Lyrics The Bus to Nowhere. - Nice Guys

The Bus to Nowhere.

The bus to nowhere keeps on rolling
Desperation is growing
On this never ending road
A dream lingers in your head
You ain’t alone is what they said
Nowadays you’re feeling old
You’re holding on to a game without a prize
Always searching for the feeling you can’t describe
On your own in a prison of your past
You try to forget
But the fear keeps coming back
Love is a never ending game
Get rid of all your shame
You’re holding on to a game without a prize
Always searching for the feeling you can’t describe