Two Buses
There I sat out at the station
longed for love in life's vacation
I knew not what I was waiting for
just that it comes in two or more
A tasseled trip of tales and ecstasy
Or a brand new face to sit next to me
It's hard to tell just what you need
when love is lost and lust is free
I've seen people go so far away
I've seen people come who would not stay
I've seen drifters go to every scene
I've seen partners but not a team
The one to take is not always what is there
But only one in which you truly care
Two buses arrive like I knew they would
But I sat waiting because I knew I could
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