four leaf clover

cycle by Alistair Chong

the wheels on the bus go round and round
silent thoughts don't make a sound
of secret lives they have found
of love hurt and losing ground

the lines on the road go by and by
forever with the countryside
and i ask myself why
it's always like this inside

the song goes over and over
in my head like a four leaf clover
you search but seldom discover
what she believes beneath the cover

i turn to her again and again
to those lifelike times of when
we'd hold the time as it went
days with those moments i've spent

the wheels still they turn they turn
still the longing in my heart it burns
hurts so much how much i yearn
when will i ever learn?