Dirty Cheap Bus Stops

Killing time to starve out hours
Life is wasted in dirty bus stops and cheap hotel rooms
Traveling with no destination yet still lost
Floating as the hours whisper past

Slow and long the time takes drawn out by Grey boredom
Thousand sounds of beautiful life surrounds
Held back by a beating drum and roaring guitar
Wasting this time is wasting our life

A color will pass time speeds up not waiting anymore

We are all failing poets
Our lyrics and lines all forgotten
Nobody will remember us
Already forgotten already lost