The bus fills up and I like your hair
I like the way that you wear it
And I hope to get the same style
One day
From the back seat you can see everything
By the way you adjust your eyelids
All the lights flicker in to your face
Directed by the mirror
Up close I can see the books that they're reading
Up close I can see what they're wearing
Far away I see the fog getting closer
Far away I see the lights getting dimmer
In a beautiful place
I'm in a beautiful place
All we tell is stories
All we do is talk
When I talk I only say what I know
I will listen carefully I will observe
And then I will have a purpose
In a beautiful place
I'm in a beautiful place
In a beautiful place
I'm in a beautiful place