Standing at the bus - stop
trying hard to reach the top
hoping to earn time
from a different point of view
Starring at a dream so strange
waiting to see the winds of change
but your dream means nothing
to the man next to you
A dry wind blows right to me
I know what I'm suppose to see
Another fine day -one fine day (2)
Unfamiliar faces
come from many places
trying to make bridges
to a world of their own
Laying at a day so gray
many things don't have to say
find yourself the courage
raise your wall, stone by stone
Do not complain for boring smiles
but feel the pain in all these eyes
Another fine day -one fine day (2)
So much to believe in
so little to forgivin'
always want to push your luck
with a hand not so clean
And the buses come and go
smiles, hopes and wishes blow
don't do what they want to
you may brake the machine
I watch the busses passing by
I used to have wings to fly
Another fine day -one fine day (2)
