The Bus to Nowhere. - Nice Guys

The bus to nowhere keeps on rolling

Desperation is growing

On this never ending road

A dream lingers in your head

You ain’t alone is what they said

Nowadays you’re feeling old

You’re holding on to a game without a prize

Always searching for the feeling you can’t describe

On your own in a prison of your past

You try to forget

But the fear keeps coming back

Love is a never ending game

Get rid of all your shame

You’re holding on to a game without a prize

Always searching for the feeling you can’t describe