In these interludes of life
I sit back in my little respite
The seat’s too hard for my head, it wants to fly
But my body says it’s not the time.
Music syncs to the sway of the bus
City come in, did the country pass?
I fell asleep when it started to rain
I could be in an evening train.
People in a hurry, headed nowhere
I watch and pretend to understand and know
Just following the transmission lines
They always have somewhere to go.
Familiar streets, that I don’t recognize
And through the drops on my window
I thought I saw you in your favorite coat
And bits of a dream start to flow.
Headed home to resume my life
The Sun chases us into the night.