Tour bus

[Devine in drain]

Tour bus, tour bus, come to me,
It will take you where you'd like to be.
It will take you round and round,
You will never, ever be found.
There is nothing here to see.
Tour bus, tour bus, come to me.

[Dimitryet]

Like a phantom in the maze...)

[Bunx]

As a musician who's been on tour more than a few times I can speculate what this poem is about. I feel like the poem leaves me wanting more. What is the allure? Why and how can the lifestyle be repetitive and disillusioned despite how it is romanticized. Id encourage you to expand more upon this poem and develop it more. Its a good beginning!