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I am a bus driver and it's four in the morning
And I'm pressing out my clothes beside my bed
Fourteen years been on the job
And with many miles behind
Still I'm up at 3:30 to make sure I'm there on time
My car gets me along just fine
To and from the station
But my castle is this Houston metro bus
My first stop is Ashbury
And the sign's been gone for years
All the same the people wait
Cause they know that I'll be there
What would you say
If I told you that I won't be by today
Would you say that
I'm just a bus driver
And what do I know
Just a bus driver
And what do I know
Just a bus driver
And what do I know
I'm always there by 5:15
And lately I've been early
Cause Judith likes to be in early to the bank
And she gives me conversation
And a token good for riding
And she's happy all alone
And then there's Charles in retail sales
And I hope they pay him well
For the work that young man does
Cause I've never seen the inside of a custom refrigerator
But I know that he's the first and last one there
What would you say
If I told you that I won't be by today
Would you say that
I'm just a bus driver
And what do I know
Just a bus driver
And what do I know
Just a bus driver
And what do I know
And what do I know
And I wonder what they do all day
At their respective works
I suppose they give money and take money away
Still I'm just orbiting this town
With the post office my sun
And I'm circling again
And I wonder how this world would be
If I was never here
To drive this bus around from Ashbury to Main
I suppose this town would be the same
With one bus' less exhaust
But that bank and retail store
They just wouldn't be the same
But what can I see
From the limited confines of my bus driving seat
Only me
And I'm just a bus driver
And what do I know
I'm just a bus driver
And what do I know
Just a bus driver
And what do I know
Just a bus driver
And what do I know
I'm just a bus driver
So don't believe that
Just a bus driver
Well don't believe that
Just a bus driver
Well don't believe that
We're all just bus drivers
And it's time to go home
And I'm pressing out my clothes beside my bed
Fourteen years been on the job
And with many miles behind
Still I'm up at 3:30 to make sure I'm there on time
My car gets me along just fine
To and from the station
But my castle is this Houston metro bus
My first stop is Ashbury
And the sign's been gone for years
All the same the people wait
Cause they know that I'll be there
What would you say
If I told you that I won't be by today
Would you say that
I'm just a bus driver
And what do I know
Just a bus driver
And what do I know
Just a bus driver
And what do I know
I'm always there by 5:15
And lately I've been early
Cause Judith likes to be in early to the bank
And she gives me conversation
And a token good for riding
And she's happy all alone
And then there's Charles in retail sales
And I hope they pay him well
For the work that young man does
Cause I've never seen the inside of a custom refrigerator
But I know that he's the first and last one there
What would you say
If I told you that I won't be by today
Would you say that
I'm just a bus driver
And what do I know
Just a bus driver
And what do I know
Just a bus driver
And what do I know
And what do I know
And I wonder what they do all day
At their respective works
I suppose they give money and take money away
Still I'm just orbiting this town
With the post office my sun
And I'm circling again
And I wonder how this world would be
If I was never here
To drive this bus around from Ashbury to Main
I suppose this town would be the same
With one bus' less exhaust
But that bank and retail store
They just wouldn't be the same
But what can I see
From the limited confines of my bus driving seat
Only me
And I'm just a bus driver
And what do I know
I'm just a bus driver
And what do I know
Just a bus driver
And what do I know
Just a bus driver
And what do I know
I'm just a bus driver
So don't believe that
Just a bus driver
Well don't believe that
Just a bus driver
Well don't believe that
We're all just bus drivers
And it's time to go home
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Bus Driver Lyrics as written by Derek W. Webb
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Wha...?
even the little man plays a big role in life. He may not look like much, and may have never seen the inside of a custom refrigerator, but he is the first and last one there...
This is one of my all-time favorite Caedmon's Call--Webb songs.
I think this song deals with musing about one's importance in life. "What would you say, if I told you that I won't be by today?" and "And I wonder how this world would be If I was never here" are his musings about his own importance as he looks at the people he takes to work every day, and wonders about what they do.
Even as he muses, he shruggs himself off a bit, showing that he doesn't take himself too seriousely: "And I'm just a bus driver And what do I know" But then concludes that he is important, as important as any--and perhaps that none of us should take ourselves too seriousely: "Just a bus driver Well don't believe that. We're all just bus drivers. And it's time to go home "
This song is about the importance that each person has. Bus driver is one of the least glamorous jobs, but the singer touches the lives of a lot of people and if he just disappeared one day, a lot of people would be affected. The chorus speaks to that saying that "you" would say that the singer is "just a bus driver and what do [you] know?" The singer refers to this again, asking almost that same question of "what do i know?" The end is pretty hard to rephrase. He's saying don't believe you're JUST anything (a busdriver, cook, lawyer, whatever) because even busdrivers are important when it's time to go home.
I love it when he says "We're all just bus drivers, and it's time to go home..." I think that is talking about being humble: from janitor to brain surgeon to bus driver, our careers don't elevate us above or depress us below anyone else in this world, not in light of the truth, anyhow. It truly is "time to go home"--give up the elitist crap and just be who we are, who we were made to be. Whether that's a bus driver or a brain surgeon.