Reality isn't easy to define Like turning water into whine It's a dream of fact based on fiction Everything you do has it's restrictions Everyone has their own definition The record shops got plastic nutrition Cos music is the food of love But reality is waiting for a bus (Chorus:) And there's an anarchy sign on the bus stop wall But it's very hard to relate The bus work to keep in line So who's gonna smash the state? It's too easy to get cynical And make the problem clinical But in which direction do you turn? Do you preach or do you burn? Pamphlets blowing out in the breeze A mother on her weeping knees "Reality" is on the news at ten But the bus to work is late again (Chorus) So your reality is getting pissed Avoiding a world that shouldn't exist A world within your own sour mind Where everything can be re-defined "This is wrong" "I don't agree" "I can't accept the reality" So why base your life on simple trust? Is reality waiting for a bus?