Green Bus

Down this street, I ride a green bus, early, deep into town. If I could speak, if I could be as I would like to be now- and what could I bring you, now in the meantime? Fruit from the sunlight, quartz from the bay? And where will I find this, perfect and wondrous? I look into shops, I slip into rain. Leaves on leaves. I walk through deeply, gold, green, gold, for my friend. I cannot find a thing beautiful enough for you again. And what could I bring you, today in the meantime? Fruit from the sunlight, quartz from the bay? And where will I find this, perfect and wondrous? I look into shops, I slip into rain, slip into rain