I am reeling through the city where we used to reside
The flickering projection of a stuttering bride
Who's not quite sure she can say the final vow
I'm on the 47 bus, transfer in hand
Watching hourglass avenues filling with sand
We push through the narrows, I know my stop is coming up now
Can I lift this veil that I've been wearing?
And the veil beneath the veil beneath the veil?
God will hide her pretty face until some daring
Asker asks, "Are you there?"
The future's blank and shiny like an animal eye
I'm ready to get married like I'm ready to die
It's comforting to say it, but it's not true
Tomorrow is in focus but the present is blurred
The bus has crashed, my body's pinned down under a word
My tongue is tied forever, for always, tied to you
Can I lift this veil that I've been wearing?
And the veil beneath the veil beneath the veil?
God is silent, all the witnesses are staring
"What's the deal? Are we there?"
