Now I go
More miles than a car
And the city, so suddenly small
(Life is so wonderful)
Post-industrial sprawl
(Go at your own pace)

Now I spend
Less dough on a bus
This machine a will of it’s own
I can’t tell it “be done!”

But the cars keep haning around
Banging down, hanging over me

Now I go
More miles than a car
(Life is so wonderful)
(Go at your own pace)