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Intro

This waiting here for a bus is

Almost better than its coming.

 Every day it always does

 As I daydream or kick some dirt

 Or throw a rock or check my watch

 Or catch my reflection.

And it barely makes an impression

On the never-ending present.

This working from the inside out,

This stepping to the easel,

Is gonna run you into results,

Then there's the materials:

To see beyond your shoes

Reflected in the polish and see some images

Of truth beautifully demolished.

And it barely makes an impression

On the never-ending present.

Steel yourself against the cold

Or look for semi-precious shade.

When the bus crests that hill,

Love and hate are just the same.

Watching as the money drops,

Every day it always does.

Maybe there's a song in here.

No, and in fact, there never was.

Nothing but a little expression

From the never ending present.

Just me doing my impression

Of the never-ending present