Caedmon’s Call
Caedmon’s Call
Caedmon’s Call
Caedmon’s Call
Caedmon’s Call
Caedmon’s Call
Caedmon’s Call
Caedmon’s Call
Caedmon’s Call
Caedmon’s Call
Caedmon’s Call
Caedmon’s Call
Caedmon’s Call
I am a bus driver
And it's four in the morning
And I'm pressing out my clothes beside my bed
Fourteen years been on the job and with many miles behind
Still I'm up at three thirty to make sure I'm there on time
My car gets me along just fine to and from the station
But my castle is this Houston Metro Bus
My first stop is Ashbury
And the sign's been gone for years
But all the same the people wait cause they know that I'll be there
What would you say if I told you that I won't be by today?
Would you say that I'm just a bus driver
And what do I know
Just a bus driver
And what do I know
Just a bus driver
And what do I know?
Well, I'm always there by five fifteen
And lately I've been early
'cause Judith likes to be in early to the bank
And she gives me conversation and a token good for riding
And she's happy all alone
And then there's Charles in retail sales;
And I hope they pay him well
For the work that young man does
Cause I've never seen the inside
Of a custom refrigerator
But I know he's the first and last one there
I wonder what they do all day
And their respective works
Suppose they give money and take money away
Still, I'm just orbiting this town
With the post office my sun
And I'm circling again
And I wonder how this world would be
If I was never here to drive this bus around from Ashbury to Main
Suppose this town would be the same
But with one bus' less exhaust
But that bank and retail stores
They just wouldn't be the same
But what can I see from the limited confines of my bus driving seat?
Only me