The Bus

there's the bus that i drive
I carry people
they have places to go
It seems that I have to drive it
'cause nobody else can do it
but me


so i keep driving
trying to enjoy the trip
although this is not the bus i chose
this is the one that hired me



I wish i could drop out
but i certainly can't
the bus must be driven
people have places to go

I  have dreamed one of these days
I was flying one of those big big new jets
I woke up sweated and relieved
and proud of my sweet sweet old bus

a kiddo's scream resonates from the backseat
no daddy around to listen
should i drive the cub to its hole?
should i drive the bevy their verge?

The horse face man walking his man's face horse
they kept blocking the way
i keep driving with the corner of my mind's eye
ignoring the streets full of someone else's dreams

I glimpsed the hobo, turning right from my left
i felt envy in a spark
when i saw that he cared about
what he once did want

as I don't care about
what i do not want 
i drive the bus
gotta keep driving it
'cause nobody else can do it
but me