Patient Is a Virtue

I'll be on this bus tomorrow
I'll be on this bus today
Don't know where or in which direction
only the driver knows his way

I can't believe why I'm troubling my senses;
there's no way out

I'm on seat number 60 now
maybe one day I'll sit in front
since one man's meat's another man's poison
Noblesse oblige so you guess what comes

Turn the other cheek, when they hurt you deep
and when a friend of yours gets busted
you look away
they can tie your hands and get in your pants
claim they'll make you bleed tomorrow
you should realise you live today

And i cry myself to sleep now
knowing that you're not here
and i force myself to sleep now
cos never in my worst nightmare did i show any fear

because I turned my other cheek when they hurt me deep
but I'm driving my own bus now
going my own way
When clubs are trumps
and money buys guns
never put off till tomorrow
all that you can do today