The bus fills up and I like your hair I like the way that you wear it And I hope to get the same style One day From the back seat you can see everything By the way you adjust your eyelids All the lights flicker in to your face Directed by the mirror Up close I can see the books that they're reading Up close I can see what they're wearing Far away I see the fog getting closer Far away I see the lights getting dimmer In a beautiful place I'm in a beautiful place All we tell is stories All we do is talk When I talk I only say what I know I will listen carefully I will observe And then I will have a purpose In a beautiful place I'm in a beautiful place In a beautiful place I'm in a beautiful place