Song Description
A man sitting at a bus stop sees another person and imagines them as a sort of companion, though they do not know each other.
| Song Length |
3:27 |
Genre |
Folk - Alternative, Pop - Alternative |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Cheerful, Congenial |
Subject |
Bus, Loneliness |
| Similar Artists |
, Bob Dylan |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
We were strangers on a bus stop bench
Your eyes met mine
you smiled and looked away
We were on our way to somewhere else
that's all we knew
that's all we cared to say
What little point was there in asking for your name
If I stay silent than you're sure to do the same
So I'll just tap my foot, you'll tap that cigarette
Counting off the seconds and imagining ourselves
riding into the sunset.
Looking forward to the road ahead
we're overdue for something new she said
grab your crossword puzzle
I've got my TV guide we'll wander:
Strangers, you and I.
And we'll convince ourselves it's better off this way,
content with waiting for the traffic lights to change.
So I'll just tap my foot, you'll tap that cigarette,
Counting off the traffic lights imagining ourselves
riding into the sunset.