My parents left me yesterday, they left me near the sea,

with children near and far away for a new family.

On a bus we come and go, and pass a familiar shop.

We're lined up into three, neat rows, then off to the next stop.

With fewer of us each time we leave; alas, I am still here.

Towards a family's dishonesty; I hope for one sincere.

Now, there are only two of us. Now, there is only one.

As I still ride the orphan bus, the driver and I, alone.

With children near and far away for a new family,

my parents left me yesterday, they left me near the sea.