A woman's crying on the bus I'm just trying with the rest To get down South, I know I will A man's carrying some bags for a woman who sat down In front of me, talking to herself A man in front, he's riding with us Just to get himself out of the sun I've seen him on this line before He's got a new hospital bracelet on And I'll be here for a very long time She's still crying on the bus, I'm so quiet on it There's one man who's barely concerned All the others seem to think she's crazy We're really all a little too lazy To ask, "What's wrong? What's wrong with you? Why are you crying for us? What's wrong? What's really, really wrong?" I'll be here for a very long time I'll be here for a very long time I'll be here reading the street signs as they go by As they go by ♪ Throwing papers on the bus Can't-escapers in the fuss I liked the man with the hat and the cane Until he started scowling at the teenager in back Right after he just came in What's wrong? What's wrong with you? Why are you causing troubles for us? What's wrong? What's really, really wrong? I'll be here for a very long time I'll be here for a very long time I'll be here reading the street signs as they go by As they go by