I want to get on a bus to anywhere
I want to get on a bus to nowhere
I want to leave my life in a locker at the bus station
To be opened a year from now
They'll break the lock
Hoping to find a suitcase filled with cash
They'll see my life instead
Stuffed untidily into a one by two metal box
And they'll say, "Who would bother?
There was nothing worth saving here."

I want to take the bus to anywhere
I want to take the bus to nowhere
I want to watch everything familiar
Whip by the window until it's years behind me
I want to cut myself and hang out the window
Leaving a trail of poisoned blood
Watching each telephone pole go by
Hearing them whisper to each other
Through thick black wires
"liar... liar... liar..."

I want to ride the bus to anywhere
I want to ride it all the way to nowhere
I want to get off and walk into a roadside diner
Where waitresses chew huge wads of gum
And don't mind being slapped on the ass
And say, "Hey... I need a job."
I want to go home to a dirty room every night
My face lined with fatigue
And masked in french fry grease
I want to be able to look in the mirror
And say, "Who are you? No one I know."

©1997 Gail Von Schlichting


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