Bus Driver
09-11-2005, 04:32 AM
I feel the need to walk away
Yet the path leads to you
Although the road is long
This road only runs in circles
I remember the days so long ago
The cool breeze blowing
The sunlight across the field
The silence in the air
Now I see a concrete jungle
Distorted people in bad situations
With only a drink to guide them
But I do just the same
I wonder now if age is the cause
That we lose freedom and hope
The world cannot be that cold
Deep inside I am still the same child
I see the dimmed street lights
Saxophones and pianos playing lightly
Wondering if I veered from my destiny
The world still awaits me
The sun falls behind the horizon
So much has changed
And so much remains the same
I try to see the difference
The old paths await me
I am not too far away
Even though my heart is in a different place
My thoughts and memories still remain
Yet the path leads to you
Although the road is long
This road only runs in circles
I remember the days so long ago
The cool breeze blowing
The sunlight across the field
The silence in the air
Now I see a concrete jungle
Distorted people in bad situations
With only a drink to guide them
But I do just the same
I wonder now if age is the cause
That we lose freedom and hope
The world cannot be that cold
Deep inside I am still the same child
I see the dimmed street lights
Saxophones and pianos playing lightly
Wondering if I veered from my destiny
The world still awaits me
The sun falls behind the horizon
So much has changed
And so much remains the same
I try to see the difference
The old paths await me
I am not too far away
Even though my heart is in a different place
My thoughts and memories still remain