Anna Wilson The Bus Ride
Frankie’s gone
Daddy has figured out by now
She’s long gone
To a town
She’d heard in song on the radio
Years ago
On a bus
Frankie offers a last cigarette
To someone named Angel
On the ride
She tells the tale of dreams undone
And those to come
Ooh
Maybe we’re not alone
Ooh
Maybe we’re not alone
On the aisle
A man turns to say
“I got nothing to hold me
Since she went away.”
Angel says
“Frankie and me, hey man,
We’ll start anew,
Just like you.”
So they ride
Side by side by side
Into the darkness
Every mile
They’re passing through
Just makes them think
It could be true
Ooh
Maybe we’re not alone
Ooh
Maybe we’re not alone
But surrounded by
Silent points of life
That fight to be seen
In a world that’s quick to
Cast its shadow
And douse the leaves
Driver says
“It’s the end of the line, time to go”
So Frankie wakes Angel
“Hey we’re here,
I don’t know where here is.
It’s just some town;
This is just some bus,
But it’s far enough
For the three of us.”
Ooh
Maybe we’re not alone
Ooh
Maybe we’re not alone
