Bus Too Somewhere.

Tick, tick tick. 
Goes some guys watch
As we pass by the
Trees, the dirt, and the rust.
We are all from different places, 
Yet they all turned to dust
A hardly forsaken astronaut,
And a boy who ran away. 
A model who can't take it anymore
And a few who won't say.

A firefighter says he,
Won't watch anything else burn.
The policemans fighting discrimination from his own turf.
A city kid, a baker.
And the waitress from down the way.
They don't where they're going. 
So they joined this parade.


We are all going somewhere, 
That somewhere, we don't know.
But we all got on this bus. 
So we must have something to show.