Bus Ride Blues
The bus wheels are turning
The world is moving
But something isn’t right
You’re not by my side
Distance is a murderer
Kills me every day
Yet I don’t run astray
From things that I love
I miss him so dearly
And he is ill
I just want to be with him
So I can pay my bill
My bill is pricy
It is lengthy
But my bill is worth it
Cause people are worth paying for
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