The answer in the open the question in the mind
When you close your eyelids
I wonder what you’ll find
Laughter turns to teardrops
Beauty becomes dirt
Some notes should not be written
Some music is just made to hurt
What have we become, a silver cloud of dust
You’re just a stranger on a bus
I knew I thought I loved, it’s so hard to adjust
You, the stranger on a bus
Nothing has been altered everything has changed
The streets, the mighty buildings
They all appear the same
I’m feelin’ kinda funny
Can’t seem to find my way
I know so many people
You have so many faces, names
What have we become, a silver cloud of dust
You’re just a stranger on a bus
A love so beautiful, a love that just got bust
You, the stranger on a bus
