Be Kind and Tender to Your Memories

That woman on the bus
Tries to remember
When she thinks of her past
To be kind and tender
The woman on the bus
With a backpack in her lap
When she was just a child
She saw this map
When she was but a child
She saw it in the mirror
The world whipping by
Well, it never looked clearer
She remembered on the bus
Spilling milk on the map
She lay down her head
On the backpack in her lap