Bus Ride

Bus ride out to the westside
Trying to lose myself in a theater on the avenue
Seating in the dark seats, watching the stage lights rise
Listening to King Lear speak—and suddenly, I realize
Over these dirty buildings, there’s a bright sunset
And a story that the world forgets
These years, our pages keep turning
And the people keep yearning for a story that goes on and on
And on, ooh
Like a bus ride
It goes on, ooh
Like a bus ride
It goes on and on
Bus ride out to the seaside
Trying to lose myself on a cold and foggy afternoon
Stand on a naked strip of sand
Whitecaps washing in again and again
Tryna tell me things that I don’t understand
Over these haunted waters, there’s a bright sunset
And a story that the world forgets
These years, our pages keep turning
And the people keep yearning for a story that goes on and on
And on, ooh
Like a bus ride
It goes on, ooh
Like a bus ride
It goes on, ooh
Like a bus ride
It goes on and on
On and on, and on
Ooh, like a bus ride, it goes on
And on, and on, and on
Ooh, like a bus ride it goes on
Bus ride out to the countryside
Trying to find myself underneath the place of brilliant blue
I don’t know why I’m here
Standing by a grab of road, dear
Hoping it will take me back to you
And when the bus pulls out
Then my mind’s made up
I’m gonna ride this story 'til that happy ending comes true
When the pages turn under this holy firm
It’s all a story that goes on and on and on and on
And on, ooh
Like a bus ride
It goes on, ooh
Like a bus ride
It goes on, ooh
Like a bus ride
It goes on and on