Passenger

The bus stops here,
But the passengers refuse to leave.
They've found discomfort in their places,
Complacent calm on their faces.
They'll never ask for more.

There's a girl on the left,
A twisted,sexy little tease.
Ignoring the intense perverse glare,
Of the man who lives to stare.
She hopes he'll never ask for more.

And that man on the right,
Who's undressing her with a look.
He's running full tilt from his life,
Forgetting kids and wife.
He thinks he needs more.

Then the child at the back,
Her belly round and fat.
She'll cry herself to sleep,
Pray the lord her soul to keep.
He said he doesn't want her anymore.

Watching in the reveiw mirror,
The driver takes in all.
No discrimination of the large or small,
Because his heart bleeds for them all.
He knows they won't ask for more.

So the bus stops here.
But the passengers fear to leave.
They've got no home to go to,
They've got nowhere to be.
They just want to sit,
watch the world pass by.
And the girl at the back,
Hopes to god she won't cry.