another dollar fifty

another ride on the bus

the seat left alone is still warm

the person next to me talks to me as if he knows me

but thats ok, I dont mind

I look out the window

while he talks on I do the usual



try to figure out what these people do

in their own solitude

some seem so plain

some seem so lonesome, lost, depressed, and true

its all inside of you



wandering and waiting

all your life for something new

to change you

but it all seems to turn in circles

nothing's new

finding and learning

all you need is something to guide you

nothing stimulates

no inspiration



I try to figure out what these people do

in their own solitude

some seem so plain

some seem so lonesome, lost, depressed, and true

its all inside of you(x4)



in their own solitude

some seem so plain

some seem so lonesome, lost, depressed, and true

its all inside of you(x6