Man in the Bus Stop

Black is the face of the man in a bus stop Black is his heart, weary inside Dark are the shadows clouding the bus stop Dark is his mind ready to ride Constant the fight of the man in the bus stop Velvet the sky, but he cannot see Constant the hail wiping that bus stop Clenching the water, but he cannot feel Hey, man, you in the bus stop I see all your fears, wishes and tears Hey, man, you in that bus stop There's nothing in your head, your soul is long dead Long is your life, empty of promise Hope is a word, you've seen it before Long are the years, you have no voice Your children can't read where you have gone Madness around you filling the air You breathe it again day by day The scars on your forehead since childhood were there Your body a brick, a lost piece of clay Hey, man, you in the bus stop I see all your fears, wishes and tears Hey, man, you in that bus stop There's nothing in your head, your soul is long dead