Public Transit

Morning faded, and I wait for the bus
There’s a woman going through all her bags
It’s later than it usually is
No worries 'cause I’ve nothing to do
Ride around and watch the world go
Maybe I should get off
Try to visit a friend
Sit around in the park
Have a drink in the sun
I’m daydreaming out the window
It’s not as bad as it seems
'Cause it’s something to do
It’s not as bad as it seems
It’s something at least
Seeing people mumbling nonsense
I think I might be one of them
I think I am
I’m on my way
I’m on my way
I’m on my way
I’m on my way
I’m on my way
I’m on my way
I’m on my way