Lyrics

do you remember that bus stop bench?
how young and wide our worlds were then
and all our dreams lay at our feet
our destinies were free to meet

and who would dare to steal our fire
getting out our soul desire
to travel far to culture’s keep
we’d sell our souls for something cheap

and so i ask you slowly
where did you go, why not with me?
and so i beg you tell me what
stopped your dreams from flying free?

and when you’re working on the line
how do you occupy your mind?
and do you yearn to steal away
trade in your dues for youthful days

with every nut and bolt you screw on
do you wanna screw the whole damn thing?
and can you sleep at night with the
trade you’ve made for everything?