Devotchka in my ear
And ***** in my gut
I'm transcending the years
Just waiting for my bus

I hope it never comes
I hope it drives right passed
Hope it flips atop bums
Under the overpass

But it does stop for me
Right smack nab on the dot
And as I am boarding
I drop change in the slot

I'm walking down the aisle
I want a back seat badly
I'm returning all these smiles
But I am fracturing

And I got forty blocks
I got forty stupid stops
To find a frickin seat
But standing room only

Dinng