I really didn’t want to write this song. It just nagged me all week until I surrendered.
Excuse me.mp3
He stepped on the bus holding a suitcase
A look of pensiveness on his face
I moved toward the window, making a space
He sat next to me and said:
“Excuse me for bleeding all over your shoes”
He needed a bath, all dressed in tatters
Can’t put together what’s been shattered
He asked for the time, as if it mattered
He rose from his seat and said:
“Excuse me for bleeding all over your shoes”
He left his suitcase there on the seat
I knew it was wrong but I took a peek
A little dog wrapped in a bed sheet
Dead as the night is black
Thanks for another good song, Bob. I especially like the Fight Club dialog in the background.