Out on the bus, looking at the reflection
Of all these cowboyhats in the window, well
Really makes me laugh
Smile at the desert, the desert is lonely
You can tell it by the curves and the shapes
Long distance phone booth and I wanted to call you
And tell you I love you
but I would have sounded like Stevie Wonder
And I wasn't looking for that
Nobody speaks English and the driver's suicidal
I doubt we gonna make it
I really doubt it
My face is just glowing
The sun must have burned it harder than I thought
Bus stop again, get myself a drink, smoke a cigarette
And we are back on our way
Smile at the windowpane, darkness has fallen
And my face looks kinda red
Transport is progress and its nice to know
That a thousand miles away
There is someone you love
Smile and hum at the small speaker
Shooting of the music
Fucked up camp
I wanna go to the ocean like fish to the water
Its the ride that counts
Transport is progress  


(c) Kiss My Jazz
tekst : Rudi Trouvé
muziek: Kiss My Jazz