It was a magical thing to
go to that point
where the reddish bus
had its final stop
every 20 minutes trailing
round the block
seven days and every
season’s week

As I got out on the
cold asphalt pavement
leading to your home
my heart slowly stopped
I waited for more
and then you were there
walking towards me
your smile made the whole
world look uninteresting
I was a slave to your words
and a good one I wanted to be
So you with your piercing eyes
would keep talking to me

So you with your kiss of life
would bring some hope onto me

Like an angel of fire
sprang through my faith
as an endless desire

Coming home from
the last stop of bus 66
I feel I miss you
I feel I need more