I stare through the window.
I watch as the cars pass me by.
I say to myself
You're such a lucky guy.
To be on bus for home
is truly a dream come true.
Out of all the fellas in the world
this bus came for you.

But I am just in an old bus station
standing in line, you see.
I am just in an old bus station
standing in line, you see.

(Soon!)
Soon, we'll be boarding
and head to N.Y.C.
(Oh yeah!)
We'll ride on this highway through the country
to Port Authority.
I tell you I
(I...)
(I...)
can visualize it all.
This couldn't be a dream.
I see the skyline through windscreen.

But I am just in an old bus station
once again
standing in line, you see.
I am just in an old bus station
standing in line, you see.

Every night! On my knees I pray:
Dear Lord, hear my plea.
Don't ever let that bus leave station without me
or I will surely die.
This place is
slovenly.
People on this line with me.
They all stink... except for she.
She looks so heavenly.
But she doesn't even know me.

Just in an old bus station
once again
standing in line, you see.
I am just in an old bus station
standing in line, you see.

We're all still waiting and just vegetating...

Just in an old bus station
ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
standing in line, you see.
I am just in an old bus station
standing in line, you see.
(repeat 'til fade)