Through the windows of a bus
The sun shines through
As you slip and slide on your roller blades

Down the centre of the street
You carve your name
But what’s that all about anyway

And as you cut between the cars
You kind of fade away
And disappear into camouflage

But what else have you to express
Beyond the way you dress
Is there no dark cloud hanging over you

Your image precedes you
I know where that leads to
You should have learned that long ago

You think that everyone’s a fool
It’s not your fault that you’re so cool
'Cause the shadow machine of the cityscape

But on the bus, they must relax
Because they’re free from all attacks
With the torn up stubs from yesterday

But you’re just like one of those girls
Modeling their curls
Display case reflections
And silver spoons

You’re so well trained
So left-brained
That you can't even smile
When an unleashed dog
Starts to follow you

You said that everyone’s a fool
It’s not your fault that you’re so cool
'Cause the shadow machine of the cityscape

But on the bus, we must relax
Because we’re free from all attacks
Of torn out stubs from yesterday