For a long time
To that empty bus
I stare
On my trembling feet
Wanting to run
To that empty bus
Over and over again
I stare
Down to the puddle under my feet
Wonder if i can recall
Your light brown eyes
I keep staring
Conspicuously
To that empty bus
Wonder if i take it
Would we meet again
At the last stop
When it all started
When it all started
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