another dollar fifty, another ride on the bus
the seat left alone is still warm
the person next to me talks to me
as if he knows me, but thats ok, I dont mind
I look out the window, while he talks on I do the usual
(Chorus) try to figure out what these people do in their own solitude
some seem so plain
some seem so lonesome, lost, depressed, and true
its all inside of you X4
wandering and waiting all your life for something new
to change you but it all seems to turn in circles, nothing's new
finding and learning all you need is something to guide you
nothing stimulates, no inspiration
Chorus... Chorus
its all inside of you X2
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