It's always so foggy
on October mornings.
She knows that's no excuse
and she's so sorry.
She never saw the yellow bus.
She never saw the flashing lights.
She never even saw him
until he hit her windshield.
And she's so sorry.
She can't bring him back.
She can't take it back.
All she can do is
look at the floor.
And she's so sorry.
And she's so sorry.
And she's so sorry.