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Life is like a journey on a bus
When you’re born the journey begins
The minute you’re out, you set on this course
Men, animal, all breathing things

Everyone boards at a station
Heading for a place
Towards a common destination
An abode, Man’s resting place

The conductor hollers when it’s your turn
Driver please wait let him drop
And when you pass it, he’ll make a u-turn
Then you will drop at your stop

All men are destined for this ride
So long you’re not Enoch or Elijah
You’ll get a bus and not a chariot ride
You’ll not ascend like you’re Messiah

Man, woman, one and all
Even beasts will alight at their stop
When you’re there you’ll hear the call
As death’s conductor shouts your drop

Bus ride

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