Another dollar fifty
Another ride on the bus
The seat left alone is still warm
The person next to me talks to me as if he knows me
But that's ok, I don't mind
I look out the window
While he talks on I do the usual
Try to figure out what these people do
Some seem so plain
In their own solitude
Some seem so lonesome, lost, depressed, and true
Its all inside of you
All your life for something new
Wandering and waiting
But it all seems to turn in circles
To change you
Finding and learning
Nothing's new
All you need is something to guide you
Nothing stimulates
No inspiration
I try to figure out what these people do
In their own solitude
Some seem so plain
Its all inside of you(x4)
Some seem so lonesome, lost, depressed, and true
In their own solitude
Some seem so plain
Its all inside of you(x6some seem so lonesome, lost, depressed, and true
