Busdrivers So Much To Want
every time I think about you, I think about it all.not
wanting to ever break down or even break at all.
so how do I get thru this now?
everyday it seemed like progress, but nothing's changed.
and every day, conditions regressed now everything
changed.
how do I get thru this now?
somebody please wake me when everything's okay
I haven't got to sleep since last Sunday
they say we shouldn't worry.
if everything's okay, why can't he just say?
please don't lie to me. hold on, please.
wait, why am I still in my sleep?
dear Keith, I saw you take this fall,
and I stood useless thru it all.
you said please pray and you just cried.
well, there's no hope because I've tried.
if I could take it back, I'd take it
I think of all the time I've wasted
so much to ask for, so much to want
nobody can tell me that everything's okay
I wish that were true and if that's the case,
why is there so much shouting?
people in the hall, heads held in their hands,
they know he's gone, but no one understands what's
happening
