Face On The Bus

Cabriolet, milky-way,

paper-mâché, have a good day today

I am my father

I am my mother

I am my teacher and my friends

I am my sister

I am my own lover, but only in the summer

Close to the sea, I also am a bee

A bee that gets honey,

honey for the hive

To eventually get a wife,

a wife that wants me

I am a pretty bee, and I have a face

One of many, one of many

And you can see me on the bus,

A Face On The Bus

Looking your direction

hoping for connection

I want your your question

your question to me

I’m reading all the books

and saw every CD

But only the cover

You are your mother

You are your father

You’re your friends

You don’t like loose ends

You sometimes get sad

and don’t know what to do

You wanna be rich

but don’t know what it means

Eh ey

She is her mother

She is her lover

She is a dance and a kite

a summer night

She’s a never ending fight

between salt and sugar

Coffee and tea, she’s also a TV

TV that shows faces

Faces On The Bus

Not looking your direction,

not hoping for connection

She wants to have a passion,

a passion of her own

She saw it on TV,

she saw it on her phone

But not like her brother,

he doesn't bother

He never did and never will

He’s always kinda chill

He doesn’t really trust;

he doesn't really know

He’s a Face On The Bus

looking out the window.

Auwow whawai

Jadumpap—pab-padeaum-

pab-pab-padeaumbei-jei

Yea-badumdadei-jahai

Jah da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-dei-

ja da-dum-dei

Hm hmmm