All those wasted hours we used to know. Spent the summer staring out the window. The wind it takes you where it wants to go. First they built the road then they built the town. That's why we're still driving round and round. And all we see. Are kids in buses longing to be free. Wasted hours before we knew. Where to go and what to do. Wasted hours that you made new. And turned into. A life that we can live. Some cities make you lose your head. Endless suburbs stretched out thin and dead. And what was that line you said. Wishing you were anywhere but here. You watch the life you're living disappear. And now I see. We're still kids in buses longing to be free. Wasted hours before we knew. Where to go and what to do. Wasted hours that you made new. And turned into. A life that we can live. By Lilabrasileiro