MAN 1:

I was there
On the bus
When it happened.
In a way,
It was all
‘Cause of me.
There were three men
Who were standin' . . .

At the time,
We believed
We were better.
At the time,
We demanded
They move.
And three of them did,
But a woman just slid
To the window . . .

Thank God
No one knows
It was me!
One of three
Who were there
At a crossroads in time
To trigger events
That were waitin' to be . . .

MAN 2:

I was there
On the bus
When it happened.
An’ I still
Can’t believe
I was there.
There were three men
Who had boarded . . .

An’ they said
That they wanted
Our seats.
An’ the driver,
He tells us
To move.
So three of us did.
I stood up and slid
Past the lady
Who seized on the moment . . .

An’ Lord!
We should thank
God for her!
‘Cause God knows
It wouldn’t have
Started with me.
And who
Would have guessed
That the rest
Of it all
Would occur?

MAN 2:                            MAN 1:

It was just
Another day.                  It was just
A bus ride                      The way things were.
Like so many others.
                                        Just part of the times.
Another injustice.
                                       A small inconvenience.
A minor arrest.

BOTH:

And nobody knew
We had just witnessed hist’ry.

MAN 1:

If I could,
I’d go back
And be diff’rent.
Even if
It was only
For me.
For if one woman
Can change the world . . .