Program The Dead

Humdrum

Program The Dead


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

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