[Verse 1]
Takes a dried up ballpoint
Lemon juice and water
Keeps a diary invisibly
In the kitchen corner
Of a basement bachelor's suite
There's a certain search for certainty, you know we'll never see

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Her hands touch her childhood home in photos that she took
It's one more omission from a high school history book
How whole lives are knifed and pushed aside
To whom it may concern

[Chorus 1]
(To whom it may concern)
There's a bus that's leaving half an hour from now
(This is to inform)
It won't take her where she really wants to go
(Yours, sincerely yours)
So she sits there with her luggage at her side
(Yours, sincerely yours)
In the empty stations of our empty lives

[Verse 2]
Take a broken bottle
Take a rafter beam or
Take a needle and a tarnished spoon
Are just words to kill off
One more unheard statement
Of another dying afternoon, she says she's leaving soon
[Pre-Chorus 2]
So so long to ten hour shifts and faking sympathies
Farewell to piles of bills, unpaid utilities
All rolled up and unfurled like a flag
Wake up and pack your bag
To whom it may concern

[Chorus 2]
(To whom it may concern)
There's a bus that's leaving half an hour from now
(This is to inform)
It won't take her where she really wants to go
(Yours, sincerely yours)
So she sits there with her luggage at her side
(Yours, sincerely yours)
In the empty stations leaving empty lives

[Outro]
"It's like being sick all the time, I think, coming home from work
Sick in that low-grade continuous way that makes you forget
What it's like to be well. we have never in our lives known
What it is to be well. what if I were coming home, I think
From doing work that I loved and that was for us all, what
If I looked at the houses and the air and the streets, knowing
They were in accord, not set against us, what if we knew the powers
Of this country moved to provide for us and for all people—
How would that be— how would we feel and think
And what would we create?"