Thursday, February 21, 2013

This Bus Ride


Alone among strangers, you and I
In the dark of a little past midnight
On a bus ride to dawn

Alone with the wind cold on our faces
The traces of fear sleep gently erases
On a bus ride heading home

Dreaming together, waiting for morn
In the silence of slumber, a warmth is born
On a bus ride to dawn

My head on your shoulder, your fingers through mine
On this bus ride to dawn,
On this bus ride heading home

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