The bus rolled over gray highway
As rain fell from the gray sky
I remembered that it was wednesday
as I watched lights pass by

Strangers sitting in silence
Going home this gray afternoon
Blank faces masked by pretence
Listening to the bus´es familiar tune

An old lady staring straight ahead
A proud and polished display
Was in mourning because her husband was dead
and her children had all moved away

A young man by the door
Reading a paper calm and at ease
Felt like he wasn't loved anymore
and could not find meaning or peace

A young lady with a child on her lap
Was smiling down at his innocent face
She was running from her violent chap
To start over in a safer place

Behind me two young boys sat
Whispering rumors untrue
They didn't have a bed or a flat
and were afraid someone at school knew

The busdriver made another turn
Thinking about his spouse
Depths were higher than the money he earned
and he feared they'd lose their house

A man in a suit that was new and attractive
With a briefcase by his side
Had just found out he didn't have long to live
and preparing to say goodbye

Some strangers left on the next stop
and new worn souls sat down
We passed the bank and the grocery shop
and soon we were in my part of town

The bus rolled over gray highway
As rain fell from the gray sky
I remembered that it was wednesday
as I watched people pass by