A Girl At a Bus Stop

I saw her at the only bus stop In our little, forbidding town. She seemed to be on the top - The girl was getting me down. I wanted to be just like she – A young girl of the world With a hand luggage- so free - In a bus on the provincial road. Colorful lights of a big city Were on the lookout for her. The bus departed, I felt pity – I had to remain here forever. Where are you, girl from the bus? Where is your destination? There was a difference between us, Or... it’s only my imagination...