The bus grinds to a halt
they all run for the door...

I know what to write
but ever little idea...

Oh what I would do
To look upon your face...

So cold and alone
No way to get worm...

The war has been growing
For so many years...

Does anybody hear
others anymore...

Don't be sorry
For whom you are...

Can you hear me
calling your name...

Come home
walk to my couch...

If one more thing
was all I could do...

The wind in my face
I keep a steady pace...

Soft wind upon our faces
Restless, tossing and turning...