Waiting For The Bus

I've standing here waiting for the bus

On a Saturday laundry on my back

Ultraviolet rays like I'm posing for a shot

In a magazine what the hell does it mean?

I'm a travelling man straight from the car

I'm a thousand miles away from my number one fan

My folks are getting tight won't let me out at night

You can't avoid the complications

When there's no reason at all

When the right hand stikes we fly

I'll drink my beer I'll wipe my tears

Southbound in the sky

Another crime another reason gets you everyday

The only time that you can talk

You ain't nothing to say

Well I'm caught up in a stupid game

That I can't play

It's just a waste of time but I'm in anyway

I've been sitting here watching the signs

Too many cars at night belching in the moonlight

We're doing ninety as the sky turns to grey

The people look like bees buzzing by the highway

The wheels are rolling like a rolling stone

Alone I choose the road less traveled on

Now I'm lying here waiting for the day

On the second deck

Dreaming of a girl from a fairytale

Chain around my neck

A ride is all it takes but pains get in the way

I'm in it anyway hey

I'm in it anyway