| She was standing at the bus-stop in the rain
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| When he stumbled she didn’t laugh
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| And as he picked himself up their eyes met and she smiled
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| and then … she turned away, got on the bus in the rain
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| Leaving him standing there bound for morning
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| What’s to say? |
| She just was on her way
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| He never found his way home
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| What he found was what he had to follow… forgetting time
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| Never turning away, he just stood everyday
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| Waiting for her to get off that next bus, that pulled up to the curb
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| Taking him to what’s left of tomorrow
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| And I forgot when they came to take him away
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| And I forgot all about him, 'till I realised you’re leaving today
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| Never turning away he just stood there, no time left to borrow
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| She never came and her smile faded away
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| I forgot when they came to take him away
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| I forgot all about him 'till I realised you’re leaving today
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| As I see you standing at the bus stop in the rain
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| I’ll stumble and you won’t laugh
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| And I’ll pick myself up, our eyes’ll meet and you’ll smile
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| And then you’ll turn away, get on the bus
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| In the rain, leaving me standing here bound for morning
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| Yes you’ll turn away, get on that bus
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| In the rain, leaving me
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| Bound for morning |