A woman's crying on the bus
I'm just trying with the rest
To get down South, I know I will
A man's carrying bags for a woman who sat down
In front of me, talking to herself
A man in front
He's riding with us
Just to get himself out of the sun
I've seen him on this line before
He's got a new hospital bracelet on
And I'll be here for a very long time
She's still trying on the bus
I'm so quiet on it
There's one man who's barely concerned
All the others seem to think she's crazy
We're really all a little too lazy
To ask "What's wrong?"
"What's wrong with you"
"Why are you crying on the bus"
"What's wrong?"
"What's really really wrong?"
I'll be here for a very long time
I'll be here for a very long time
I'll be here reading the street signs as they go by
Throwing papers on the bus
Can't-escapers in the fuss
I liked the man with the hat and the cane
Until he started scowling at the teenager in back
Right after he just came in
What's wrong?
What's wrong with you?
Why are you causing troubles for us?
What's wrong?
What's really really wrong?
I'll be here for a very long time.
