Standing there in the rain
Eight doors
Six green light to no where
Line up of people waiting for a red bus
Listening to garden of the gods

White with lines of blues
Protecting the old wall
Like her lines of blue
Protecting my magnolias

Waiting waiting
After a long day
Always worried to lose her
Always not sure what to do

Cloudy dark sky
Looking at the two old signs
Counting the red busses
Come, wait and leave

Bus is blocked my view of eight
Looking right
Looking left
To find the beautiful eyes
Remind me of our left and right

Waiting for third wave
Waiting for the fourth wave
Sun has come out of the cloud
She must be near
The music pick up