A long stretch of familiar road,
And I keep looking down it, or up it,
I might be on one side, or the other,
Either way, I know the bus is coming.
I might hop on for a little while,
Maybe just until the next stop,
Or I may end up a few towns away,
It picks me up, then drops me off.
I might wander off for a little while,
And see that bus pull in from too far away,
I’ll run and scream, wait, wait, please,
Don’t leave me.
Just stay a little longer,
But it never stays.
So instead I stay, and sometimes I’ll cry,
All alone in the bus stop,
And when it starts to rain, I feel better,
I look up and let those tears flow with mine.