I wrote this while waiting for the bus. You have to look into it to understand it, but...some of the lines are not what they seem at first. Totally suburban afternoon Ruffling leaves, could have been a forest Yet for all the metal rolling by The light will never be quite the same; The air never so crisp Tensioned by the midsummer heatwave And dampened by the lack of enthusiasm What is there to live for? Who is there to love? Tired, and quiet, and lying inside Blackness to give way to bluntness Only so much to wait for A limit thats already passed Throw the sheets aside One more pair of headlights A dozen more tanned faces And only a blank expression to show for it Living, goes on, fading Familiar touch, graze by me Just a gift. Day to day freedom Yes. This is the life, boys.