As the Bus Runs Late on a January Day

On the street, seems I'm always headed upstream
Craggy shoulders casting me aside
The sky is the crystal blue of January
We're all trapped beneath the ice

Alone
With our heads down, collars up
We're alone
At the office, in the park
We're a people altogether, but a solitary lie
Scared of who we are
What we're capable of
Alone

In my head I'm running around the schoolyard
I'm screaming at thе top of my lungs
As I shiver, quiet as a church mouse
Waiting for thе bus to come

Alone
In our towers, in our malls
We're alone
On our laptops, on our phones
And we'll never know each other, because we know for each hello
Goodbye is sure to follow
That's a book best left closed
Alone
Alone

But most of all, we just want a connection
Someone to make it all make sense
So I held you in my arms like a bible
And prayed for deliverance

Alone
In our churches, in our coffins
We're alone
With the ones we love the most
We're seven billion people on the pin of a needle
Each one bearing a torch toward the great unknown
Alone
Alone

Alone
Alone
Alone
Alone
Alone
Alone . .