Futureboy Rides The Bus

The avenue sounds are taking you As you wander the day down and out and by and through But you laugh, and off you are You saw yourself being somewhere else It's a function of time, not precedence And the rest it feels so simple Our leaning yellow house is turning blue I stood back and noticed how it looks smaller than it used to For now we're all we are In an hour or so, though, you never know It's a function of time, not difference And the rest it feels so simple Never keep score to feel sure And the rest it feels so simple Break to mind a way for me For miles through on the way We are the waveform We are the way And for me A pair of eyes to paint for me A panoramic, perfect place Where we are the way forward We are the way forward We are the waveform We are the way home