Bus Lines

Always the bus ride, seems to last forever
Always the best of time, we will always measure
Stand on by the step(?), red faces sunburnt neck
Poke open on your lap, pages you seem forgot
Pull away at them, realize what you've done
Listen to a different song, march to a different drum
They never come
Clouds across the plane, bus stop me off again
Ghost were in your head, one you thought was dead
Gaze out off the glass, into a distant past
Try to understand, contradictions of the land
Try to conjure back, broken but still intact
Let them in to become, march to a different drum
You soon become one
And if it's gone, whereas the wrong one
Feels like something's taking over
Feels like torture get me off the bus
Rain from a different day, roads are wet again
Stains from a different time, land mines deep inside
You remember how, the bus broke down for several hours
You at the border check, guards breathing down our neck
Can't wait for the rain to end, can't wait to be home again
Never managed to keep track, all that buck and now it's gone
Buy another one
How long, the list go on
Feels like torture get me off the bus
Feels like something's taking over
Always the bus ride, seems to last forever
Always the best of time we will always measure
How long
Feels like something's taking over
Feels like something's taking over