Without much fuss
The great could just be good
A just-missed bus
Opportunity knocks on wood
As the line grows longer
Everyone looks around
A mess of lost children
Hoping that they won't be found

And the bells all come out at nighttime
When we can breathe
A sigh of relief
And sneak a smile under our teeth
For we know that the end is
Inevitable and so near
We could have been something
But love is the one thing we fear
And the sweetest tune our hearts can hear