The bus whirrs and shakes and brakes and errrs and I think of you. It stinks and clanks and clinks and I think of you. Its silence is screaming, its distance is gleaming and I think of you. I'm far away and exhausted and the bus excretes exhaust and I think of you. I burr and shake and brake and I think of you. and I think of you. and I think of you.