it's so hard understandin'
like a child who doesn't know the meaning of
the fight that stands between his learning.
What's all the fuss about a bus when
the children love to travel?
Haven't we learned to be turned on
and to help ourselves unravel?
The piece of ground grows each day
like a sore in our castation.
Wasn't it one for all and all for one
Who's the mother throwin' stones
Who's the child that stays
His stubborn ways were wrong
And I missed my younger days
while all the world was turning.
What's all the fuss about a bus when
the children love to travel?
Haven't we learned to be turned down
and to help ourselves unravel?
The fears that grow and grows each day
like a soaring old festation.
Was it one for all and all for one
Who's the child that stays at home?
Like the news that showed us all the
That burden keeps on hurt
New generations coming, will they think
The only way is fighting, pay them well
The teachers are deserving,
From where the children's
That's doing all the shouting,
And try some understanding
What's all the fuss about a bus when
the children love to travel?
Haven't we learned to be turned
on and to help ourselves unravel?
The piers are growin', grows each day,
like a soaring old fast station.
Wasn't it one for all and all,
for one that made this nation?
What's all the fuss about a bus,
when the children love to travel?
Haven't we learned to be turned on,
and to help ourselves unravel?
The piers are growin', grows each day,
like a soaring old fast station.
Wasn't it one for all and all,
for one that made this nation?
What's all the fuss about a bus when
the children love to travel?
Haven't we learned to be turned on
and to help ourselves and travel?
