Another dollar fifty

Another ride on the bus

The seat left alone is still warm

The person next to me talks to me as if he knows me

But that's ok, I don't mind

I look out the window

While he talks on I do the usual



Try to figure out what these people do

Some seem so plain

In their own solitude

Some seem so lonesome, lost, depressed, and true

Its all inside of you



All your life for something new

Wandering and waiting

But it all seems to turn in circles

To change you

Finding and learning

Nothing's new

All you need is something to guide you

Nothing stimulates

No inspiration

I try to figure out what these people do



In their own solitude

Some seem so plain

Its all inside of you(x4)

Some seem so lonesome, lost, depressed, and true

In their own solitude

Some seem so plain



Its all inside of you(x6some seem so lonesome, lost, depressed, and true