Twenty-seven Strangers by Villagers
The bus was late
And forced us all to congregate
Twenty seven strangers
Made to stand and wait
The time went by
The sun went down
A baby cried
I just stood in line
But there is no cue
No stage hand saying what to do
And you are me
And I am you
The bus it came
And everybody loaded in
Twenty seven strangers
In a moving can
The fluorescent light
Doubled everyone inside
The baby's face reflected
In the shop fronts, in the sky
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