The Bus - Julie Gold

The fat man wears a bow tie

The thin man wears a hat.

The lady with the raincoat left wrappers where she sat.

The banker has his money, so he won't make a fuss,

And we all go a-riding on the same bus.

The artist has a sketch pad
The thinker has some books.
The lovers on the back seat exchange their warmest looks...
And everybody's thinking the things we can't discuss,
But we all go a-riding on the same bus.

[Chorus]
Well, sometimes it gets hectic
As we scramble for a seat.
Everybody pushing, shoving,
Trampling your feet...
But traffic jams don't stop us
'Cause we have our jobs to do.
And we know that the bus driver will
Always pull us through.

The beggar has his rags on
The lawyer wears a suit
The music student carries an apple and a flute.
The hero has his medals, though some have turned to rust,
But we all go a-riding on the same bus.

[Repeat Chorus]

The dreamer
Has the future
The pauper has the past.
A father has his family
A playwright has his cast.
And when the road gets foggy,
In
God
We place our trust...

And we all go a-riding on the same bus
Yes
We all go a-riding on the same bus.

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