Lyricist : Fran Healy

Composer : Fran Healy

Staring at the ocean from a window on the hillside

A million boats are floating in the high tide

I wanna be a million miles from here

I wanna know what everybody wants to know

Oh, won't you tell me what everybody wants to know?

I thought it was just us

Waiting on this bus

Waiting on a gust of wind to blow us away

Away to better days, away to better days

Underneath a starry sky, tongue-tied for a while

It's gonna be a bumpy ride

Don't wanna bore you, I totally adore you

I wanna go where everybody wants to go

Please, will you tell me where everybody wants to go?

I thought it was just us

Waiting on this bus

Waiting on a gust of wind to blow us away

Away to better days, away to better days

Staring at the future from a window on my mind's eye

Time moving faster than a bullet to the blue sky

Monday, Tuesday, suddenly it's Sunday

I wanna know where everybody's gonna go

Oh, won't you tell me where everybody's got to go?

I thought it was just us

Waiting on this bus

Darling, I have lost

A little bit of trust

I thought it was just us

Waiting on this bus

Waiting on a gust of wind to blow us away

Away to better days, away to better days