Lyrics

Smoke filled depot full of hustling people
All are rushing to leave
Some are going somewhere
Some are running from there
Some don't care either way

Chorus: A man complaining in a hurry to go
A woman fleeing from the one she used to love
A man in tattered clothes preaching to who knows
It's loud and crowded at the bus depot

I look at their faces
Some are old some are faded
Some are worn with despair
Some are going somewhere
Some are running from there
And some don't care either way

Bridge: You can tell a man's soul
By the places that he goes
And whether he's going to or fro
You can tell a man's dreams
By the things that he brings
And the things that he just can't leave behind

Chorus