We Ride
Jacob de Greeuw, Robin Berlijn
We wait at the bus stop and wonder if we'd really go
The driver keeps waving
There's something he wants us to know
We ride
A change of direction, in any direction at all
And then we arrive at a garden with holes in a wall
We ride
The black suit I'm wearing was hanging in my closet forever
Its old and its worn but I guess it still makes me look clever
It's smelling of dust and reminds me of when I was younger
With a hole in my stomach reminding me this must be hunger
The coffee & cake will be served according to plan
Soon we'll be laughing and joking and drinking at someone's expense
We ride
Where do we go?
Where do we go?
What do we know?
What do we know?
We don't know