Comin' through on the radio
Shaky voice I used to know
Maybe forgotten but not gone
In the bus on the overnight
Pa**enger under the reading light
Lonely tune under a transistor moon
Came and went like the childlike cruelty
Pushed away all the stunted memories
Why would you pull a stunt like that?
Peace, love, a piece of cake
Used to know when to give and take
I feel a fever comin' on
Who's the pa**enger behind the window?
Can't make the face out, the one I know
Watchin' the fields go by, reflect the moon
So young and serious, hear that lonesome tune
Deep in my memory I know the rider
Once sat in his seat, the mute outsider
Is he still on the bus? Is it the same night?
Same moon illuminates, same face beneath the light