The Bus Stop

I’m waiting for the bus; how long should I wait? Because I’ve been here awhile, the bus is pretty late I guess I could give up, and no one would really know And I don’t wanna go, anywhere anyway I know that I should be well on my way But I’d rather sit here and wait another day I might go somewhere better, but I might end up someplace worse All I know is it’s safer to wait for the bus Someone said we’re all broken, that’s how we get the light Well could it please come and find me, 'cause it still feels like night There are so many voices but I can’t hear a sound I’m lost in the forest, not sure I want to be found I know that I should be well on my way But I’d rather sit here and wait another day I might go somewhere better, but I might end up someplace worse All I know is it’s safer to wait for the bus