"people on the bus" lyrics

People on the bus with necks craned down
Driver calls for Forest Avenue
Water pipes burst under pressure
It's your first big city winter

Can I leave pointless thoughts
I had today on your answering machine?
And lie that I don't care if you don't answer
When I just wanna hear your voice
I always hope you're doing better
Love's just preparing for disaster every day

Couple through the wall, a year together this spring
Scream at each other over money
While you wonder how love can get so bad
They're just tryna make it work somehow
While you watch war planes killing in slow motion
Do you hate the world like I do?
It should be bank windows collapsing
And not you into your bed
Ancient thoughts of "What can I do?"
Echoed, endless, across a blank view
Of a bus on Forest Avenue
If you could reach across a screen
And know that life is more than breathing
'Til you're tired, broken, given up
No, my lungs were built for screaming
That I'm drunk and you are beautiful

There's people sleeping in the snow
While parents tuck their children into bed
For what future, I don't know
This is a bus across America
I just hope you're not alone
I will not hear from you within the month
But I know that's how it goes
I know that's how it goes