Back of the Bus

Even if we learned
How to all get along
And live in perfect harmony the sun will burn out and we will have to leave
I’m always swinging for the fences
I’m always aiming for the downs
I’m always drawing people’s faces when they don’t even know I’m awake or
even alive

And as I see it right now
With a half eaten apple and some low pink clouds
And a view of autumn highway from the back of the bus

I’m always kind of disappointed
When the trip comes to an end
And the train starts taking slower and pulls up and you kind of find your
things and get off
I would probably be a good one
To go traveling in outer space
And buckle up your seat belt and get yourself set with magazines and sit
there for a hundred and fifty years

And as I see it right now
With a half eaten apple and some low pink clouds
And a view of a dark autumn highway on the back of the bus

Maybe the time we reach the square
All these thoughts will have vanished in the air
And we’ll be there

If I had a big house
Somewhere south of Saint Louie
You could all come there and we would brew a big of pot of coffee
We’d play cards ’till morning
We’d play tunes all afternoon
And the landlord says boys its time to pay the rent we’d go play gigs down
in Houston

And as I see it right now
With a half eaten apple and some low pink clouds
And a view of a autumn highway from the back of the bus
And a view of a dark autumn highway from the back of the bus
And a view of a dark autumn highway from the back of the bus

Everything is changing faster then I can describe.
All I really know to do is grab the wheel and drive.
I look for love
And some adventure
And I try not to let my own breathing scare me off the road.

(lyrics: Dan Bern)

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