The Bus

I remember that day under a cloudless sky,
When I waited for the bus to come.
It finally arrived, the driver was oh so shy,
I remember that day under a cloudless sky.
He sat there so handsome in his suit and tie,
As we boarded his bus one by one.
I remember that day under a cloudless sky,
When I waited for the bus to come.

I sat in the front and we talked for a while,
He wined and dined me; we drove around town.
We touched, we laughed and I so loved his smile.
I sat in the front and we talked for a while.
I measured up to no one - not for a mile,
"Queen of the Hill"- I wore the crown.
I sat in the front and we talked for a while,
He wined and dined me; we drove around town.

Day and night I continued to ride,
While many arrived, one after another.
We talked about going places far and wide,
Day and night I contined to ride.
One day, the conversation began to subside,
He didn't ask, didn't talk, didn't bother.
Day and night I continued to ride,
While many arrived, one after another.

I would call out to him, but there was no answer,
With each stop, my existence grew obscure.
Time passed and I was pushed back further,
I would call to him, but there was no answer.
The distance between us grew wider and wider,
My being a blur, my soul insecure.
I would call out to him, but there was no answer,
With each stop, my existence grew obscure.