bus lines
Singer:...and you will know us by the trail of dead
always the bus ride seems to last forever
always the best of time we will always measure
stand on the painted step
red face and sunburnt neck
listen to a different song
march to a different drum
that never comes. clouds across the plain
the one you thought was dead
gaze out at the glass into a distant past
try to understand contradictions of the land
learning to become a marcher to a different drum
feels like something's taking over us
rain from a different day
stains from a different time
do you remember how the bus broke down for several hours
queue 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 of that book and now it's gone
feels like something's taking over us
feels like something's taking over us
always the bus ride seems to last forever
always the best of time we will always treasure
feels like something's taking over us
feels like something's taking over us