Futureboy Rides The Bus

The avenue sounds are taking you
As you wander the day down and out and by and through
But you laugh, and off you are
You saw yourself being somewhere else
It's a function of time, not precedence
And the rest it feels so simple

Our leaning yellow house is turning blue
I stood back and noticed how it looks smaller than it used to
For now we're all we are
In an hour or so, though, you never know
It's a function of time, not difference
And the rest it feels so simple
Never keep score to feel sure
And the rest it feels so simple

Break to mind a way for me
For miles through on the way
We are the waveform
We are the way
And for me
A pair of eyes to paint for me
A panoramic, perfect place
Where we are the way forward
We are the way forward
We are the waveform
We are the way home



Credits
Writer(s): Harrison Park
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