Bus Stop CasaNowhere

(Justin)

There she stood, oh what luck. Second time in less than a month. She's everything that's sex to me. Her straight cut black bangs and punk finesse leave me a wreck. The next day came, the next day went. I spent the hours at work, a countdown to the event. Four buses go by as I scan left to right. But her straight cut black bangs are nowhere in sight. CHORUS: Is it Route 43 that brought you to me? Is there still a chance that we could be? Is it Route 43 that brought you to me? Or is it Route 43 that's torturing me? I jumped off the bus at the local ice rink. That gave me some time to catch my breath and think. Just what I might say, should you pass my way.