Bus, bus
Take me away 'cause I must, must
I must see her face one more time
Before I am silenced by all this noise
That's why I should trust, trust
Trust an invisible man, he lives in my head
And he's burdened with an uncanny way
Of unshrouding me
Sometimes he tells me his stories of maps
Pilgrims and vagabonds
Who set out for riches and glory
Hiding their tears from the rest of the world
They wore their boots 'bout as thin
As the air in which now they've vanished
While some called them heroes
Today they're just weirdos
It's funny how days tend to change
So pass, pass
Pass me the bottle, it's alright
I made all the money I need
To pay for the night to go by more smoothly
Just one more
One more round and I'll be on my way
It's a pipe dream they say
Well, look at me now
Always fashionably late
Late, too late to get on that plane
Late, music has changed now they say
Don't write too many words
No one listens anyway
So let me sing you my story of maps
Pilgrims and vagabonds
They set out for fortune and glory
Hiding their pain from the rest of the world
They wore their boots 'bout as thin as the air
In which now they've vanished
Well, once they were heroes
Today they're all weirdos
It's funny how days tend to change
Nobody cares