Текст песни Tom Waits reads Charles Bukowski - Nirvana

Not much chance,
Completely cut loose from purpose,
He was a young man riding a bus through North Carolina
On the way to somewhere
And it began to snow
And the bus stopped at a little cafe in the hills
And the passengers entered.
He sat at the counter with the others, and he ordered
The food arived.
And the meal was particularly good
And the coffee.
The waitress was unlike the women he had known.
She was unaffected,
There was a natural humor which came from her.
The fry cook said crazy things.
And the dishwasher in back, laughed, a good clean pleasant laugh.
The young man watched the snow through the window.
He wanted to stay in that cafe forever.
The curious feeling swam through him that everything was beautiful there,
And it would always stay beautiful there.
Then the bus driver told the passengers that it was time to board.
The young man thought: "I'll just stay
here,
I'll just stay here".
But then he rose and followed the others into the bus.
He found his seat and looked at the cafe
through the window.
Then the bus moved off, down a curve,
Downward,
Out of the hills.
The young man looked straight foreward.
And he heard the other passengers speaking of other things,
Or they were reading or trying to sleep.
And they hadn't noticed the magic.
And the young man put his head to one side,
Closed his eyes, pretended to sleep.
There was nothing else to do
Just to listen to the sound of the engine,
The sound of the tires
In the snow.