| On the bus in the back behind the businessmen beneath the bright lights beyond the high school boys � digging into you on the bus in the back begging for more behind the bouncing babies and mothers beneath the bright lights of NYC slipping into you on the bus in the back bodies bitten by darkness under the river in the tunnel on the bus in the back Jersey slides by blurred highways our bloodstreams crossing states knuckles scratched on belts unbuckled on the bus in the back besides the world driving by fingers soaked with asphalt and tar can�t figure out where we are going on the bus in the back blame remains unnamed. |