In the morning I will meet you
By the frozen city river
While our breath comes short and ragged
From between our teeth and steaming
And we'll watch the buses leave
From the darkened depot, glowing
And then opening their doors to us,
Gently humming while we're boarding.
Then by following the route map
We will reach our destination,
That will welcome us with promises
Of warmth and celebration.
But somehow there's something nagging
Like a thought that's been forgotten,
Or a single drop of water
In a winter rain that's teeming.
In the evening I will leave you
In my car and drive through darkness
With the shadow of the streetlights
Rushing by over my windscreen.
And I'll wonder where the day's gone
And I'll wonder for tomorrow,
As it surely must be static
As the dead leaves in my driveway.
In the morning I will meet you
By the frozen city river
And we'll watch those buses glowing
As they leave to do it over
And the thought that's somehow nagging
Will be by then forgotten,
Like the welcome destination,
Never knowing what we're doing.
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