Below the bus are swells of dust
Which churn the wheels and lead me home
A word that holds so many places
Behind those doors
So many faces
There I will not be alone
There my heart will fill with warmth
There I am swallowed up in arms
Below the bus are swells of dust
Which churn the wheels and lead me home
A word that holds so many places
Behind those doors
So many faces
There I will not be alone
There my heart will fill with warmth
There I am swallowed up in arms