[Intro] [Chugging, driving bassline kicks in immediately] [Steady, rhythmic drum beat like a moving bus] [Verse 1] [Staccato vocal delivery] No more waiting. No more stew. No more crying. Over you. [Verse 2] Packing my bags. Stepping outside. Into the cold. Nowhere to hide. [Pre-Chorus] [Strings swell with a sense of motion] A two-dollar bus ticket. Clutched in my hand. Going anywhere... Far from this land. [Chorus] [Full driving groove kicks in, powerful and steady] Gotta look forward. Can't look back. Wheels are turning... On this track. The past is gone. The damage is done. From now on, baby... Gotta take care of number one. Yeah... number one. [Verse 3] The driver is quiet. The window is gray. Watching the city... Fade away. [Verse 4] Betty has the keys. He has the floor. But I don't live... There no more. [Chorus] [Full driving groove with prominent organ hooks] Gotta look forward. Can't look back. Wheels are turning... On this track. The past is gone. The damage is done. From now on, baby... Gotta take care of number one. [Bridge] [Beat strips back to just a driving bass and vocal] Two dollars to ride. Two dollars to fly. No long explanations. No big goodbye. The engine is humming. The highway is free. I’m finally betting... On me. [Bass and Organ Solo] [Driving, rhythmic 1960s organ solo over a chugging bass groove] [Chorus] [Big explosive final chorus, high energy and determined] Gotta look forward. Can't look back. Wheels are turning... On this track. The past is gone. The damage is done. From now on, baby... Gotta take care of number one. [Outro] [Music slowly fades out to the steady chugging rhythm of the bus] Taking care of number one... Just a two-dollar ticket... Anywhere. [End]
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