Down the stairs, light a ciggy
The ciggy goes out and the bus turns the corner
Someone sprints, the others are ready
Ticket out, get on board
The same faces every morning
For most of them, I know the route

But who are they?
What are their lives like?
What is their job?
How did they come to this city?
Or did they grow up here?

That woman with her suitcase who gets out at the central station
Where is she going?
The boy who sings kindergarten songs early in the morning
How untouched he is
What lies ahead of him?
The man with the glasses and the long coat
Which book is he reading today?

I get out
Start my day
And the people on the 7:15 bus are forgotten