Got off the bus, without a fuss,
Quickly, as we ran, you came and held my hand
We stepped in time, talked out in rhyme,
The things you can't replace
are what you always crave to taste

The only thing we need,
is what we once believed,
tell me, where did it all go?
And as these seasons change,
our lives are rearranged,
locked inside our hope remains

Got off the bus, without a fuss,
Growing old and numb, I am
surrounded by humdrum
My tie tied tight, my face pale white,
the ghostly figure in the mirror
wasn't always here

Wheeled off the bus, with so much fuss,
in modesty I roll, remembering
how I used to stroll
And in the end, my only friend,
are memories we've made,
I'll take my sorrows to the grave