The Busbound Blues

From the stoplights of the city 

To the gutters of its roads 

Glowing on its streets 

Sat a lonely windowed soul 

Staring into night 

Running down a dream 

Chasing power-lines 

To where muddy waters meet 

A ticket and some change 

For the blues would find again 

Somewhere on the road 

Thru a town less traveled in 

Its midnight wheels arrive 

At the crossroads where they wait 

The midnight man departs 

Strumming to the pearly gates