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The day is a river that carries me down
I'm one of the thousands who walk through this town
The hours are drumbeats that march me along
But nothing about me stands out in the song
The bus was a capsule of heat and noise
You stood by the rail with a quiet poise
The turn caught us close in a sudden sway
Our fingers connected and stole the day
We ride on the deck of a rolling bus
We sway with the turn and our fingers brush
A moment of grace in a hurried space
It's the one real thing that I can embrace
We ride on the deck of a rolling bus
We sway with the turn and our fingers brush
A moment of grace, but the clock takes its place
Yet I'll save the second in a quieter space
The bus was a capsule of heat and noise
You stood by the rail with a quiet poise
The turn caught us close in a sudden sway
Our fingers connected and stole the day
We ride on the deck of a rolling bus
We sway with the turn and our fingers brush
A moment of grace in a hurried space
It's the one real thing that I can embrace
We ride on the deck of a rolling bus
We sway with the turn and our fingers brush
A moment of grace, but the clock takes its place
Yet I'll save the second in a quieter space
