Girl On The Bus

Girl On The Bus 

Longing eyes behind golden curls 

so far away in your own world. 

I count the times and don't forget 

how many times our eyes have met.


I sympathise, you're still a member 

of that insecure world that I remember 

before I lost the will to live 

and left the world I can't forgive.


You find new life - a pot of gold 

when you escape yourself and leave the old. 

It can't hold you back when you lose your tail 

and the wind is there to to fill your sail.


A girl on a bus with a pretty face 

is all you'll ever be if you stay in the race. 

Life can be way more way more than it seems 

if you break all chains and follow your dreams.