Bus Stop Go

Standing there at the bus stop Too nervous to even speak You showed up looking Like you were the bomb I try to say something but My tongue doesn't move It just sends to my brain an utter Sitting behind you your perfume Hits me like a brick off an overpass Seven more minutes of bliss Eight if we get stuck at the light Six hours and forty-four minutes I get the same smell from behind As my words are only in my mind Tomorrow at the bus stop to there I go