The Man on his Bus and Me in my Car
He looks down at me, we're Frozen in Time.
I look down at him, not in the same way.
It's true I feel sorry seeing the dude,
don't know what he knows, don't know where he goes.
Minds Meet; my Face, WindoW, WodniW, his Face.
I turn back ahead, he sighs wearily
as he's back to his life and me to mine
I wonder about the Man on his Bus.