Humdrum کے بول

Got off the bus, without a fuss Quickly, as we ran, you came and held my hand We stepped in time, talked out in rhyme The things you can't replace are what you always crave to taste The only thing we need Is what we once believed Tell me, where did it all go? And as these seasons change Our lives are rearranged Locked inside our hope remains Got off the bus, without a fuss Growing old and numb, I am Surrounded by humdrum My tie tied tight, my face pale white The ghostly figure in the mirror Wasn't always here Wheeled off the bus, with so much fuss In modesty I roll, remembering How I used to stroll And in the end, my only friend Are memories we've made I'll take my sorrows to the grave