| Waiting in green velvet with a suitcase in her hand
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| Standing down a ways from the bus stop sign
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| Looking at the sky, like she was bound for the promised land
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| Checkin' out her watch like she was losing time
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| She was checkin' out her watch like she was losing time
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| Thought I heard her talkin' somethin' 'bout
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| «Rainbow lights, a psychedelic sight, it’ll be here soon
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| Comin' down to fly us all away
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| Can’t you hear the roar of the distant engines from a far-off moon?
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| Are you packed and ready for Judgement Day?»
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| So I just sat there on the bus stop bench awhile
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| And watched her stare into the sun
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| Reminded me what my grandma said when I was just a child
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| «That'll hurt your eyes, dear little one
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| That’ll hurt your eyes, dear little one.»
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| Thought I heard her talkin' somethin' 'bout
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| «Rainbow lights, a psychedelic sight, it’ll be here soon
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| Comin' down to fly us all away
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| Can’t you hear the roar of the distant engines from a far-off moon?
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| Are you packed and ready for Judgement Day?»
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| The bus pulled up and I got in but the girl didn’t even move
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| This was not the ride she was waiting for
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| The bus driver just shook his head 'cause there’s nothing in the world to do
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| And I waved good-bye through the slowly closing door
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| I just waved good-bye through the slowly closing door |