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Story behind the song
A simple observation of everyday life
Lyrics
Cross Town Bus
She struggles with her packages a child in either hand
The little girl is crying, but the driver understands.
Fumbles through her change with hands so worn and rough.
Drops her parcels on the seat, and moans"I've had enough"
While the young man in a business suit scans the daily news.
His briefcase slid beneath the seat behind his polished shoes.
He's got a place for everything, and all things in there place.
A shame to see that worried brow on such a youthful face
Another Monday morning on a cross town bus
What a perfect picture it paints of all of us
An average hour in an average day
Life happens and then turns the page
While riding on a cross town bus
Laughter in the back row from the girls in tartan plaid.
Their tunics are so neatly pressed, no clue what lies ahead.
Freckled faces snicker as each passenger steps on.
Life is just a game to them, and it’s only just begun.
As an old man dreaming loudly, leans upon his cane.
He's old enough to ride for free and that’s why he came.
His world now just an empty place, all his friends are gone.
Fate has dealt too many cards, now time drags slowly on.
Another Monday morning on a cross town bus
What a perfect picture it paints of all of us
An average hour in an average day
Life happens and then turns the page
While riding on a cross town bus
A story ends with every drop
Another starts at every stop
Riding on that cross town bus
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