[Start] [Swinging Piano Instrumental] [more Piano instrumental] [Verse 1] Every morning at half past eight, I see you waiting at the gate. With your yellow scarf wrapped around your neck. A little loose, like you don't care. [Verse 2] Your eyes trace the skyline far away, Lost in thoughts that you don’t say. I watch the way you brush your hair. How the sunlight dances, golden, there. [Chorus] Where do you go, on the 22 bus? (Where do you go? Where do you go?) Are you dreaming, or thinking of us? I don’t know your name, but I see you so clear. One day, I’ll ask you... ...maybe you'll stay ...near. [Break] [Whistling] [Whistling] [Verse 3] You tap your foot, to a rhythm inside. Headphones on, but you let the world slide. I wonder what song makes you smile so soft. As you glance at the clouds, just drifting aloft. [Chorus] Where do you go, on the 22 bus? (Where do you go? Where do you go?) Are you dreaming, or thinking of us? I don’t know your name, but I see you so clear. One day, I’ll ask you... ...maybe you'll stay ...near. [Bridge] Your yellow scarf, it flows like the breeze. You pull it close when there’s a chill in the trees. I imagine your voice, though I’ve never heard. How it would sound saying just one word. [Chorus] Where do you go, on the 22 bus? (Where do you go? Where do you go?) Are you dreaming, or thinking of us? I don’t know your name, but I see you so clear. One day, I’ll ask you... ...maybe you'll stay ...near. [Saxophone Solo] [Outro] Tomorrow again, I’ll be waiting here. As you step on the bus, and disappear. And maybe one day, I'll find the right line, To turn a passing glance into time. [End]
