Not much chance,
Completely cut loose from purpose,
He was a young man riding a bus to North Carolina,
On the way to somewhere,
And it began to snow,
And the bus stopped at a little cafe in the hills,
And the passengers entered,
And he sat at the counter with the others,
And he ordered and the food arrived,
And the meal was particularly good,
And the coffee,
The waitress was unlike the women he'd known,
She was unaffected,
And there was a natural humour which came from her,
The fry-cook said crazy things,
And the dishwasher in back laughed,
A good, clean, pleasant laugh,
The young man watched the snow through the window,
And he wanted to stay in that cafe forever,
A curious feeling swam through him,
That everything was beautiful there,
And it would always stay beautiful,
And the bus driver told the passengers that it was time to board,
And the young man thought,
"I'll just stay here, I'll just stay here",
Then he rose and he followed the others onto the bus,
He found his seat and looked at the cafe through the window,
Then the bus moved off down the curb,
Downward, out of the hills,
And the young man looked straight forward,
And he heard the other passengers speaking of other things,
Or they were reading or trying to sleep,
They hadn't noticed the magic,
And the young man put his head to one side,
Closed his eyes and pretended to sleep,
There was nothing else to do,
Just listen to the sound of the engine,
The sound of the tyres,
And the snow.
Tell me, who knows what this is, without using google?
Completely cut loose from purpose,
He was a young man riding a bus to North Carolina,
On the way to somewhere,
And it began to snow,
And the bus stopped at a little cafe in the hills,
And the passengers entered,
And he sat at the counter with the others,
And he ordered and the food arrived,
And the meal was particularly good,
And the coffee,
The waitress was unlike the women he'd known,
She was unaffected,
And there was a natural humour which came from her,
The fry-cook said crazy things,
And the dishwasher in back laughed,
A good, clean, pleasant laugh,
The young man watched the snow through the window,
And he wanted to stay in that cafe forever,
A curious feeling swam through him,
That everything was beautiful there,
And it would always stay beautiful,
And the bus driver told the passengers that it was time to board,
And the young man thought,
"I'll just stay here, I'll just stay here",
Then he rose and he followed the others onto the bus,
He found his seat and looked at the cafe through the window,
Then the bus moved off down the curb,
Downward, out of the hills,
And the young man looked straight forward,
And he heard the other passengers speaking of other things,
Or they were reading or trying to sleep,
They hadn't noticed the magic,
And the young man put his head to one side,
Closed his eyes and pretended to sleep,
There was nothing else to do,
Just listen to the sound of the engine,
The sound of the tyres,
And the snow.
Tell me, who knows what this is, without using google?
