On the Oxford bus sat an anxious lady, she babbled and she cried.
We stared out of the windows mute and did not enjoy the ride.
At the Stratford stop gathered all her draggled rumpled stuff together,
We flicked at phones and pages turned and we talked about the weather.
Anoraked and kaol-eyed, how she strove, how she tried to tell us of the reasons for her lot.
But one by one with headphones on we viewed the outside darkness
Like the fascinating landscape it was not.
At the side of the road stands a careless youth, all attitude and sneer
But then he puts his arms around her and says 'I'll take you home my dear'.
And in the Stratford night it's a rare old sight - mad old lady, scruffy bloke,
But now THEY'RE deep in conversation and on the bus?...well no-one spoke.
Ch/ 1.
And she waved as she shuffled and her parting shouts were m***led
As the diesel engine shrouded her in smoke.
And though easier we breathed and though palpably relieved
Once again we all just looked and no-one spoke.
Far away but closer still - 'I was fine but I been ill, since he went I'm struggling to adjust.'
Then down the aisle with a sorry smile she dragged all her possessions
Through our folded arms and guilty self disgust.
Ch/2
And she gestured as she talked of the miles she had walked
To her sisters and ' carrying this lot ain't a joke'.
With expressions thus benign, we just nodded buying time
And at the risk of some discomfort no-one spoke
Once again we all just looked and no-one spoke
At the risk of some discomfort no-one spoke
Once again we all just looked and......no-one spoke.
We stared out of the windows mute and did not enjoy the ride.
At the Stratford stop gathered all her draggled rumpled stuff together,
We flicked at phones and pages turned and we talked about the weather.
Anoraked and kaol-eyed, how she strove, how she tried to tell us of the reasons for her lot.
But one by one with headphones on we viewed the outside darkness
Like the fascinating landscape it was not.
At the side of the road stands a careless youth, all attitude and sneer
But then he puts his arms around her and says 'I'll take you home my dear'.
And in the Stratford night it's a rare old sight - mad old lady, scruffy bloke,
But now THEY'RE deep in conversation and on the bus?...well no-one spoke.
Ch/ 1.
And she waved as she shuffled and her parting shouts were m***led
As the diesel engine shrouded her in smoke.
And though easier we breathed and though palpably relieved
Once again we all just looked and no-one spoke.
Far away but closer still - 'I was fine but I been ill, since he went I'm struggling to adjust.'
Then down the aisle with a sorry smile she dragged all her possessions
Through our folded arms and guilty self disgust.
Ch/2
And she gestured as she talked of the miles she had walked
To her sisters and ' carrying this lot ain't a joke'.
With expressions thus benign, we just nodded buying time
And at the risk of some discomfort no-one spoke
Once again we all just looked and no-one spoke
At the risk of some discomfort no-one spoke
Once again we all just looked and......no-one spoke.