I hear the salesman sighing
The customers aren’t buying
He said, they all turn him down
It’s too much to play

The gentleman is swearing
And on the curb, he’s staring at the bus
That passed him by, is bluest day

People reacting, all of them acting
Another motions for a thing that passed him by
But what else, the people are standing
And not understanding
What emotion to express to love or cry
Time has passed them
Byeyeye...

The hour is gone, the hour is gone
Don’t know anywhere they go, no where
Who else rings down to the kitchen and then
Leaving memories of what might have been
So little time left to prepare...

I heard the kids rejoicing
As they go running voicing their delight
And chasing the kite that’s blown away
The playwright stands in mothers
The critics making shuffer all alone
No one applauds the end of his play

People reacting, all of them acting
Another motions for a thing that passed him by
But what else, people are standing
And not understanding
What emotion to express to laugh or cry
Time has passed them
Byeyeye...