I am a bus driver

and it's four in the morning

And I'm pressing out my clothes beside my bed

Fourteen years been on the job and with many miles behind

Still I'm up at three thirty to make sure I'm there on time



My car gets me along just fine to and from the station

But my castle is this Houston Metro Bus

My first stop is Ashbury.

And the sign's been gone for years

but all the same the people wait cause they know that I'll be there.



What would you say if I told you that I won't be by today?

Would you say that I'm just a bus driver

and what do I know,

just a bus driver

and what do I know,

just a bus driver

and what do I know?



Well, I'm always there by five fifteen

and lately I've been early

'cause Judith likes to be in early to the bank.

And she gives me conversation and a token good for riding.

And she's happy all alone



And then there's Charles in retail sales;

and I hope they pay him well

for the work that young man does

Cause I've never seen the inside

of a custom refrigerator

but I know he's the first and last one there



I wonder what they do all day,

and their respective works.

Suppose they give money and take money away.

Still, I'm just orbiting this town

with the post office my sun.

And I'm circling again.



And I wonder how this world would be

if I was never here to drive this bus around from Ashbury to Main.

Suppose this town would be the same

but with one bus' less exhaust.

But that bank and retail stores,

they just wouldn't be the same.



But what can I see from the limited confines of my bus driving seat?

Only me.