FiddleJoe

Lyrics

I deliver the world on this bus.

Don’t worry you’re always one of us.

I’ll meet you here tomorrow at eight 

Or you can tell tomorrow that you’ll be late.

Who looks into the window I look out of everyday

Ready for the journey to show them the way

The way to talk, the way to walk, the way in which you feel
Go to the edge and wait for the call before you begin to fall.

I deliver the world on this bus.

Don’t worry you’re always one of us.

I’ll meet you here tomorrow at eight 

Or you can tell tomorrow that you’ll be late.

Each day I wander the city in circles and in lines

An office prince crosses my bus to meet the status of where he dines.
Unlike my riders of old, who got left out,
left out in the cold.

I deliver the world on this bus.

Don’t worry you’re always one of us.

I’ll meet you here tomorrow at eight 

Or you can tell tomorrow that you’ll be late.

I see the same people in the afternoon and wonder if they’re home soon.

I see the same people in at the end of the line and wonder if they stopped at noon.

I want to help these people get their pay,
just to make it to another Sunday!

I deliver the world on this bus.

Don’t worry you’re always one of us.

I’ll meet you here tomorrow at eight 

Or you can tell tomorrow that you’ll be late.