The Bus Song

I hear the salesman sighing

The customers aren't buying

He said: They all turned him down

It's too much to pay

The gentleman is swearing

While on the curb he's staring

At the bus that passed him by

It blew his day

People reacting

All of them acting

Out emotions for a thing

That passed them by

But what of the people all standing

And not understanding

What emotion to express, to laugh or cry

Time has passed them by

One, two, three, four

The hour's come (the hour's come)

Don't go anywhere

They go nowhere

The world shrinks down to the kitchen and den

Fleeting mem'ries of what might have been

So little time left to prepare, hm

I hear the kids rejoicing

As they go running

Voicing their delight in chasing the kite

That's blown away

The playwright stands and mutters

The critics make him shudder

All alone, no one applauds

The end of his play

People reacting

And all of them acting

Out emotions for a thing

That passed them by

But what of the people all standing

And not understanding

What emotion to express, to laugh or cry

Time has passed them by