A very very pensive and weird one...
Standing at this bus stop
You see a goblin climb out through a manhole
And cross the highway with a striped umbrella.
And there’s a pain you couldn’t explain;
No pain, no gain –
No innocent Cains
To kneel and pray in isolated cellars…
To and fro,
Going through the route timetable…
Will you grow,
Or will you grow unstable?
So you know
Refrain:
That the crowd is melting –
Easy enter, easy exit.
Once they’ve tied their belts and
Trod the pedal, Life reflects it.
And the headache sweet
From this bunch of backseat drivers…
Standing at this bus stop, waiting,
Can you see the neon fading?
I see a pony drag a cart of bagpipes.
They’re moving in the wrong lane, but it’s safe now.
What do we do? The game was for two –
Into the blue
And back down with flu.
You stayed in bed and watched ‘em welcome May loud.
Come to play!
It’s about a destination.
Pave the way
Where you’ll find a new location,
Where we’d stay…
Refrain2:
And a man’s departure,
Always sudden, never lasting.
Just one line about you:
Date of birth to date of passing.
And there’s no one else
In a while less than a minute…
If we’re standing at this bus stop, What can you and me be bound for?
You see a syringe penetrate a blue vein…
The hand grown out of thin air, into air goes.
It’s in your breaths – last exits to death.
Veer left – one theft,
An Earth-like dish heft,
Three tumblers – thrice the scenery you dare close.
And I’m feeling useless,
And I wish I was run over…
Somehow they’ve abused us,
Though ne’er figured out as proper.
Things that come to pass
Are like double-deckers patient…
This decision’s been worth making,
Only different routes we’ve taken!
Refrain2
Over my gaunt shoulder glancing –
There’s a couple in the rain,
To and fro…
Now you know…
They will know…
2007