Bus Stop University

Headphones on, the morning was a tunnel I could buy Same five tracks between my little room and line five An old man asked the time, I pointed at the screen He smiled and said the morning wasn't what it used to be I took one ear out, heard his story start to run He used to drive this route; he knew the corners one by one A city isn't scenery sliding past my seat I started listening to the people next to me Bus stop university Every face a history I don't know it all by far Meet me where the people are The baker shared a roll before the sun could reach the square A student taught me signs so I could ask about her day The driver knew the lady who was scared to take the stairs And waited till she settled, didn't make her feel delayed I filled my phone with notes but kept the names out of the rhyme Some stories aren't a product just because they crossed my life Bus stop university Every face a history I don't know it all by far Meet me where the people are The old man missed a week, we noticed he was gone The driver knew his daughter, said the winter had been long We sent a little card with the people on his route He came back smiling Friday, said he'd missed us being loud Bus stop university Every face a history I don't know it all by far Meet me where the people are I still keep the music, let it play when I get home Out here there's a whole world I can't hear alone