You’re not looking back
Or we both are at different times
Sneaking on the back of the bus
The driver sees but doesn’t mind
You never seemed to care before
About a difference in age
There’s a continuum of emptiness
Little ripples tidal waves
You’re not looking back
Or we both are at different times
Sneaking on the back of the bus
No one in the world but the two of us
Two of us