text: 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 café in the hills
  And the passengers entered
  And he sat at the counter with the others
  And he ordered the food arrived
  And the meal was particularly good
  And the coffee
  The waitress was unlike the women he had known
  She was unaffected and there was a natural humor which came from her
  And the fry cook said crazy things
  And the dishwasher in back laughed a good clean pleasant laugh
  And the young man watched the snow through the window
  And he wanted to stay in that café forever
  The curious feeling swam through him that everything was beautiful there
  And it would always stay beautiful there
  And then the bus driver told the passengers that it was time to board
  And the young man thought Ill just stay here
  Ill just stay here
  And then he rose and he followed the others into the bus
  He found his seat and looked at the café through the window
  And then the bus moved off down a curve downward out of the hills
  And the young man looked straight forward
  And he heard the other passengers speaking of other things
  Or they were reading or trying to sleep
  And they hadnt noticed the magic
  And the young man put his head to one side
  Closed his eyes and pretended to sleep
  There was nothing else to do
  Just to listen to the sound of the engine
  And the sound of the tires
  In the snow