On the bus this morning, I look at people's faces, who stare into a vacum onto the empty spaces, they seem lost. 

I know that restless feeling, I've seen it in my life, the grim look of reality, meets the coldness of daily strife. 

It's keep up with Dow Jones- stock market and cars, leads to big money loans and descends down to belly up to the bar. 

Then we lose the ones we love, trapped by our own greed, our wants become much greater, than the thins we really need - yes they do!
On the bus this morning, I look at people's faces, who stare into a vacum onto the empty spaces, they seem lost. 
 Music and Lyrics by Richard Arnold Beattie, SCOR Music (c) 2023
ArrangementKevin Labbe'

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