That woman at the busstop

That woman at the busstop

looks at the sky

but doesn’t see

that woman at the busstop

looks at the world

but not at me

That woman at the busstop

has left today

and won’t be back

that woman at the busstop

just can’t say why

she’s gone away

             A-one a-two a-three

              yeah you gaze

              but do not see

              so many ways

              you are like me

             A-four a-five a-six

              yeah we play

              all the wrong licks

              so many ways

              so many tricks

That woman at the busstop

travels so light

she’s like thin air

that woman at the busstop

she nearly is

no longer there

That woman at the busstop

has no future

she’s all past

that woman at the busstop

knows that today

the dice were cast

    refr.



15/9/11. Skt. Peter