2 hours on a bus from Ft. Lewis, Washington
He sits behind two women with flowing hair
And laughing voices
He gets caught in such anxiety that his legs shake
He looks around but no one sees

And in the dim light with a pocket knife pressed into his hand
Blood flows down onto the ground
And in the dim light passing billboards blur from sight

2 hours on a bus from Ft. Lewis, Washington
His direction even less known than when he joined
But 4 days is 4 days is 4 days free

And in the dim light, with a pocket knife pressed into his hand
Blood flows down onto the ground
And in the dim light passing billboards blur from sight


Lyrics submitted by Beazer

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