Stranger On a Bus

The answer in the open The question in the mind When you close your eyelids I wonder what you'll find Laughter turns to teardrops Beauty becomes dirt Some notes should not be written Some music is just made to hurt What have we become? A silver cloud of dust You're just a stranger On a bus I knew I thought I loved It's so hard to adjust You, the stranger On a bus Nothing has been altered Everything has changed The streets, the mighty buildings They all appear the same I'm feelin' kinda funny Can't seem to find my way I know so many people You have so many faces, names What have we become? A silver cloud of dust You're just a stranger On a bus A love so beautiful A love that just got bust You, the stranger On a bus