Hey, I got on the bus
Found myself a seat
More people pilin' on
I watch the busy street
Snow was comin' down
And more was on the ground
What's rollin' into town
Said I'd better get back home

I seen a rain soaked mattress
'neath the apartment house of death
Strewn in a vacant mess
All watered-down and wet
I seen the horse cops take the beat
Makin' horseshoes in the sleet
Outside the dollar store
I didn't have a broken heart
I was not that lonely yet
When life played a trick on me
I'm afraid I didn't get

Seen two lovers in the park
Felt the blood rush to my fists
They were sittin' on a bench
Entangled in a kiss
Which wouldn't mean a goddamned thing
It wouldn't be no big to do
But even from behind I could see that she was you

She was
Faraway you what is it you do?
Treat me so cruel, act so faraway

Sittin' on the bus
Heard the driver signal sound
More people pilin' on,
Other people climbin' down
I seen a dumpster bum appeased
Dinin' on a dumpster feast
He looked up at me,
We turned the corner headin' east
And then we made a couple rights
My face had faded white
Stopped at a traffic light
And made a left on 17th

Then I got off the bus
Found my apartment door
Held the keys up to the lock
And they jangled to the floor
Well I jangled down beside 'em
And I guess I might've slept
'Cause when I woke up in the mornin'
I was still out on the step.

Singin'
Faraway you what is it you do?
Treat me so cruel, act so faraway

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Writer(s): DAVID BIELANKO, SERGE BIELANKO