Saturday
10:20 am
Greyhound Station on a Rainy Day Part II
I'm here again.
The same old place
with many strangers
And a broken TV.
It's still raining
We're still waiting
And what will i say
when i see you?
My eyes are still sleepy
My feet are sore
And my mind is racing faster
Than a bee on speed.
What's the last thing i remember?
My room with six-o-clock sunlight.
And your voice echoing through my halls.
What is time, anyway?
It's still raining
We'ere still waiting,
And what will i say
when i see you?
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