She took the Bus, The Fifty Seven from Brighton
He saw his name in the book she was writing
It was The Myth of Private Property God and Man
He didn't need to understand
The Fifty Seven turns left into Allston
Like waking up from a dream ythat you were lost in
With some old aging lunatic by your side
Swimming with you against the tide
I never had no direction
That's why I spread myself around
It don't bother me I've got connections
All over this town
I'm on the Bus
I'm on the Bus
I'm on the Bus, The Fifty Seven from Brighton
I'm on the Bus
