Home? Yes home!
I’m walking down a stairway,
My feet sticking to the ground,
Damn that bubble gum…
I’m moving through the station,
The sun casts her rays through the windows,
Rainbow coloured.
I feel like I’m walking on the moon,
Every step I take in slow motion,
One small step for me,
A giant leap for public transport.
Damn it’s hot, my back is drenched with sweat,
I should change when I get home…
When does that damn bus arrive???
Oh… 13.26… ten minutes…
Those guys can’t drive,
I come out shaken, not stirred.
Lighting my cigarette I trod on home.
Always home.