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