Crowded Stranger

You are a city bus

Driving on the wrong side of the road

Where did you go?

You are the yellow paint

Holding onto fire escapes

You are a crowded stranger

Leaving when I say

That everybody always

Makes me feel the same

You are a heart for sale

Selling yourself short

You're lonely is loud

Where's your voice pouring

Through the line

Your house on the hill

Every day was springtime

Now there's a crowded stranger

Missing when I say

When everybody always

Makes me feel the same