My keys are here and so are you my dear
unfortunately, I have gone away
the rain and storms appear to me to be
impossible to bear enough to stay
 the bus stop houses faceless multitudes
of stayer-putters bound with conviction
to homes and jobs and hence their turpitude -
no time for them to fight their addictions
 Aboard the bus I sit and remember
no one in China should ever forget
this one man, the brave freedom defender
his bags were never any real threat
 the sea is endless blue here by the shore
the keys you keep, I don't need anymore
