I sit in quiet on the Bus
And suddenly arrives
Another head, afraid to hear
Just what goes on inside.

A dive inside their clothing
To find a secret wire,
Connecting up an empty head
To someone else's fire.

So now they're safely hiding
Behind a wall of noise
And just like bread in gravy
They're soaking up my joys.

Oh for those days of freedom,
When, as the bus rolled on,
I used to chat or listen
To my own life's song.

So if you travel near me
Don't just plug in and hide.
Look up and see the colours
You might enjoy the ride.