Stop the bus!

It's great to make new friends and
Great to indulge in conversation,
Hanging out for beers, no tears
No fears of pending annihilation.

But once you leave the party and
The people are behind you,
There's something waiting that's
Got to give and make you see
And blind you.

It's truth that waits in a taxicab outside
And smells funny.  You don't know know who's
Driving, only where you're going and how you're
Getting there.

It's a sad certainty.
You're going home, alone tonight.
The ceiling is too low to hold a noose.
There's a message to be heard, although,
It would fall on your deaf ears of

Annihilation once you've got nothing
Left to part with, there's nobody behind you
There's something waiting, God is to
Give you, take your seat, get
off the bus!