Midnight Bus

I’ll wait for you until the Sun dies down,

I’ll stand right here until my feet are frozen.

As the clock ticks by, my heart thuds once more,

At least that’s one less time till I hear your breath.

I’m not good at anything, but you’re worth my time,

As your voice is an instrument I am willing to learn.

It shouldn’t be long now, but by God, it’s cold,

But don’t you worry, the midnight bus approaches.

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