Opus 130 "Different Shoes"

Opus 130 "Different Shoes" He clocks out late again Grease on his sleeves Lunchbox dented flat Keys in his teeth Boots on the floor Head leaning low Counting the stops He still gotta go No one asks why He keeps his eyes down Everybody's packed But nobody's light now The bus speeds through the night Hands full of hidden worry We're all going somewhere Same old ache, different story She fixes her grin In a cracked phone screen Mascara on the thumb Red at the seam White shoes folded in Under her seat Laughing at nothing While her heart skips beats She says she's fine Like it's second nature But the little shake In her knee says later The bus speeds through the night Hands full of hidden worry We're all going somewhere Same old ache, different story Three voices too loud From a paper cup night One lost a phone One lost a fight One got a text That went unanswered They sing to the glass Like it's a banner Different shoes Same rain inside Different names Same thing to hide The doors keep opening The wheels keep turning Everyone's leaving Everyone's learning The bus speeds through the night Hands full of hidden worry We're all going somewhere Same old ache, different story