A Man in a fur hat fingers rosary beads while I find myself fingering an ipod cord.  
He smiles to himself periodically, mouths words to prayers.
I try desperately to stay still, breathe shallow.
I concentrate on the prayers of the music running through my skull.

"We'll never let you run.."

The stop line is pulled, a dull ding rings through the song in my ears.
Everyone on the bus ebbs forward, inertia pulling them and their loose necks to nod with physics.
The door opens, and a cool rush of night falls in.
A tattered man smiles at me, mouths something I can't hear through my headphones.

"Sometimes I'm so full of shit that it should be a crime.."

I pretend not to hear and he frowns.  
I concentrate on the prayers of the music running through my skull.
A woman rocks a baby carriage back and forth, lips pursed, I can only imagine she's humming.
The stop line is pulled, a dull ding rings through the song in my ears.

"There's a light in the window that reminds me of heaven..."

What if God was one of us? Just a stranger on the bus?
Wouldn't it be a delicious Irony..  
Tryin' to make his way home?
I try and sync myself with the rolling vibration of the behemoth.  
I Fight Inertia. Science fails as I feel the push.

The Stop line is pulled, a dull ding rings through the song in my ears.

"All this tension back and forth, it's just the beauty of the ride..."

The world is easier to bear when you've insulated yourself in the false pretense of music.
The sad man with tears in his eyes.
The woman eating saltine crackers from individual serving packages.
The small child, huddled under his mother's coat.
The man in a fur hat fingering his rosary beads.

The stop line is pulled, a dull ding rings through the song in my ears.

"So tell me this.. How do you plan to survive... I don't know.. So many miles from home so many to go.  I count the lines and the signs on the side of the road. How do you keep your head straight? I don't.  I'm moving up to the city of sound.  I don't get much but I get around. They call my number when I leave the line.. I'm always looking for a good time.  Trying to keep my feet off the ground.."