Twenty Seven Strangers

The bus was late

And forced us all to congregate

Twenty-seven strangers made to stand and wait

The time went by

The sun went down, a baby cried

I just stood in line

But there is no cue

No stagehand saying what to do

And you are me and I am you

The bus, it came

And everybody loaded in

Twenty-seven strangers in a moving can

Fluorescent light

Doubled everyone inside

The baby's face reflected in the shopfronts and the sky

But faces change

And rooms, they all get rearranged

And photographs all fade away

The bus broke down

At the graveyard on the edge of town

Twenty-seven strangers separate without a sound

So I walked home

Just feeling nothing on my own

Noticing that tree of yours; I've been watching it grow

So that's why I'm late

My dearest one, what can I say?

And tomorrow it could be the same when I do it all again