Lyrics Brief Bus Stop

She sat there like a photograph
Of someone much farther away
We shared a brief bus stop
On one of those in-between days
She gave me her smile
And I looked underneath
At the lipstick
On her teeth

She asked me for a light
And if I thought her hair looked ok
We grew out of the small talk
Into stuff that strangers just don’t say
We discovered that we are both
Pleasantly furious half of the time
When we are not just
Toeing the line

We sat underneath the shelter
As the rain came down outside
The bench was cold
Against the underside of our thighs
I said, I think we need new responses
Every question is a revolving door
And she said yeah
My life may not be something special
But it’s never been lived before

We decided our urgency will wane
When we grow old
There will be a new generation of anger
New stories to be told
But I said, I don’t know if I can wait
For that peace to be mine
And she said, well, you know
We’ve been waiting for this bus
For an awfully long time