People like to be silent on trains,
they just sit there, waiting.
they cover themselves with newspaper and sound,
and sit there, waiting.
so when they noticed you,
hurled abuse at you,
called you names,
well everyone around just sat there waiting.

are we there yet?
are we there yet?


I have a plan, just ignore them
they'll soon get bored in a while,
what makes you think that we won't be the next?
just look down, pretend you're older,
and don't catch their eye,
for once you do there'll be no going back.

I turn thoughts over in my mind,
thinking, what could I have done,
it was only when they smashed your face against the glass
that the people, stopped waiting
and they stood up for you,
they protected you
against the bullies who had invaded your world.

are we there yet?
are we there yet?
are we there yet?


I have a plan, just ignore them
they'll soon get bored in a while,
what makes you think that we won't be the next?
just look down, pretend you're older,
and don't catch their eye,
for once you do there'll be no going back.
I have a plan, just ignore them,
I have a plan, just ignore them,
I have a plan, just ignore them,

are we there yet?
are we there yet?
are we there yet?