The Buffoons - The Bus lyrics

I hear the salesman sighing The customers aren't buying He said, they all turn him down It's too much to play The gentleman is swearing And on the curb, he's staring at the bus That pa**ed him by, is bluest day People reacting, all of them acting Another motions for a thing that pa**ed him by But what else, the people are standing And not understanding What emotion to express to love or cry Time has pa**ed them Byeyeye... The hour is gone, the hour is gone Don't know anywhere they go, no where Who else rings down to the kitchen and then Leaving memories of what might have been So little time left to prepare... I heard the kids rejoicing As they go running voicing their delight And chasing the kite that's blown away The playwright stands in mothers The critics making shuffer all alone No one applauds the end of his play People reacting, all of them acting Another motions for a thing that pa**ed him by But what else, people are standing And not understanding What emotion to express to laugh or cry Time has pa**ed them Byeyeye...