The bus was late
Twenty-seven strangers
In a moving can"
And forced us all to congregate
Twenty-seven strangers
Made to stand and wait
The time went by
The sun went down
A baby cried
I just stood in line
But there is no cue
No stage hand saying what to do
And you are me
And I am you
The bus it came
And everybody loaded in
Twenty-seven strangers
In a moving can
The fluorescent light
Doubled everyone inside
The baby's face reflected
In the shopfronts in the sky
But faces change
And rules they all get rearranged
And photographs
All fade away
The bus broke down
At the graveyard on the edge of town
Twenty-seven strangers
Separate without a sound
So I walked home
Just feeling nothing on my own
Noticing that tree of yours
I've been watching it grow
So that's why I'm late
My dearest one what can I say
And tomorrow it could be the same
When I do it all again
Twenty-seven strangers
Made to stand and wait
The time went by
The sun went down
A baby cried
I just stood in line
But there is no cue
No stage hand saying what to do
And you are me
And I am you
The bus it came
And everybody loaded in
Twenty-seven strangers
In a moving can
The fluorescent light
Doubled everyone inside
The baby's face reflected
In the shopfronts in the sky
But faces change
And rules they all get rearranged
And photographs
All fade away
The bus broke down
At the graveyard on the edge of town
Twenty-seven strangers
Separate without a sound
So I walked home
Just feeling nothing on my own
Noticing that tree of yours
I've been watching it grow
So that's why I'm late
My dearest one what can I say
And tomorrow it could be the same
When I do it all again
Possibly some of the best lyrics I've heard/read in a while. Incredible. You don't know what's going on until the end and you can take what you like from it. Is the subject he is talking to dead? And she has a tree growing by her grave as a memory of her? He always comes to visit her and that is the purpose of his journey but he doesn't know the purpose of the other peoples journeys. We are all so focussed on our own lives that we don't notice everyone else going about their business, in their own little bubbles. It's ironic that we are surrounded by strangers yet we are all connected "You are me and I am you" we are intertwined yet we have such little concern for other peoples lives that we roll along next to them without noticing them. Most of the time. Such simplistic and beautifully constructed verses and lines, this verse I find magical and I don't know why "The bus it came
And everybody loaded inTwenty-seven strangers
In a moving can"
There is no person telling us how our lives will pan out and where to go next or what line to say or when to exit from someones life, "there is no cue//No stage hand saying what to do" and I'm not sure what he's saying when he sings "But faces change
And rules they all get rearrangedAnd photographs
All fade away"
Is he referring to memories fading, the memories of her fading? And the faces of the people around him changing while his routine stays the same? Different people but he has the same embarrassing disregard for them? Intriguing and I can't think right now.
Enjoy, please http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RCUAGg2DCTo
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