The Bus Song 歌词

I hear the salesman sighing The customers aren't buying He said: They all turned him down It's too much to pay The gentleman is swearing While on the curb he's staring At the bus that passed him by It blew his day People reacting All of them acting Out emotions for a thing That passed them by But what of the people all standing And not understanding What emotion to express, to laugh or cry Time has passed them by One, two, three, four The hour's come (the hour's come) Don't go anywhere They go nowhere The world shrinks down to the kitchen and den Fleeting mem'ries of what might have been So little time left to prepare, hm I hear the kids rejoicing As they go running Voicing their delight in chasing the kite That's blown away The playwright stands and mutters The critics make him shudder All alone, no one applauds The end of his play People reacting And all of them acting Out emotions for a thing That passed them by But what of the people all standing And not understanding What emotion to express, to laugh or cry Time has passed them by