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 on to 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

Your lonely is loud

Where's your voice pouring through the line

Your house on the hill

Everyday was spring time

Now there's a crowded stranger missing when I say

That everybody always makes me feel the same