Husariae - The Bus

My life begins with always looking out my window
Hungry from an early age for what lay beyond
Nothing ventured, nothing gained, need to get outside my brain
Nothing like the unknown turns me on
Head into the sunrise to acquire inspiration
Trading time for knowledge till my light grows dim
Most men are leading lives of quiet desperation
And go to the grave with the song still in them

My blood, my fat, I give to thee
On the altar of the one who makes me be
No way I could've loved my life by playing it safe
Somehow I always knew this was my fate

The stars on high lead back to the bus
The voices in my mind lead back to the bus

My life continues always looking out the window
Approaching winter makes the sun set fast
Crawling, grasping, pine away, burning bridges light the way
Hunger sharpens daydreams of the past
Between dangerous freedom and easy circumstances
People seek a fantasy that never can exist
As for me you know I'd always rather take my chances
And go to the grave with the song on my lips

My blood, my fat, I give to thee
On the altar of the one who makes me be
No way I could've loved my life by playing it safe
Somehow I always knew this was my fate

The stars on high lead back to the bus
The voices in my mind lead back to the bus

Why does the light grow dim when light is needed most
Why does the dark close in on me
Why does the past become so easily understood
When it's too late, too late to remedy

The stars above my head, they point the way back home
The voices in my head, they tell me I'm alone
I'm praying my last prayer with the breath you gave me
But the silence in the air tells me you won't save me
So I open up the door, I pull myself inside
I slump into the seat, I brush my things aside
My trembling hand is searching, searching for the key
I thank you for my life and I turn into my dream
But can you take me home? Take me home

Written by:
Chris Walega

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