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Peggy Watson: Music

Taking It All In Stride

(Peggy Watson)
words/music by P. Watson
Running to the corner of Fairmount and Wight
That driver ain’t waiting for a woman who stayed up too late last night
Six thirty in the morning and I’m dangerous
Cursing every step I barely make the bus

And I nudge my way past the sleepy faces
Some lost in thoughts of love or higher places
Others dreading the day’s work ahead
Dreaming this bus would bring them all to paradise instead

Billy’s blowing bubbles in the back with the headphones on
He’s smiling and teasing that baby in the pink chiffon
Who’s dark-haired mama’s got a leg that doesn’t work too well
The war’s behind her but the bus steps give her hell

And we roll along past the empty pool halls
Haunted alleyways, grafitti on the school walls
Street prophet talking to God begins to shout
Was last night just a dream, is this what life is all about

That driver don’t care what kind of mood I’m in
He’s driven all the backroads of love and sin
Doesn’t matter what your name is, it’s a dollar to ride
That man with the wheel in his hand is just taking it all in stride

Nora knows at least a dozen ways to make casserole
Ted’s talking turkey bout the politics of rock and roll
I don’t mean to be indifferent, but it’s been a bad year
It’s not that I’m bored, but I’m pulling that cord
Hey driver, I’m out of here

And I nudge my way through sweet smells and small talk
Counting seconds left, I gotta punch the timeclock
That driver looks like he’s smiling inside
While I’m fretting and regretting
He’s just taking it all in stride