Close the Door

We expected that we be surprised
But you never know until you try
But in the faces of the rolling crowd
You can see what we come to find out
But you’re riding on the local bus
At the mercy of the evening rush
It’ll hit you when your guard is down
Hands get sweaty and your pulse will bound
Held open the door
And we went through
Close it up behind you
You were right this time
You were right this time
Little picture with the face cut out
It’s in the last page and it’s been torn out
But you know it’s happening all at once
Are you asleep while you eat your lunch?
Held open the door
And we went through
Close it up behind you
You were right this time
You were right this time
The little things
The messages that pop up in the corners
The repeating lights that chase themselves around the tires
The little eyes that people make and pretend it didn’t happen
And disappear
And manifest
And disappear again