Waiting for the Bus

I live in a city of billboards
Where the streets are black
The air is gray
People are blue
Graffiti is blood red
And the street signs are pink

I stand on the sidewalk
Waiting for the bus
I used to think I was unique
Then I realized I was
Just like everybody else
Waiting for that bus

Tired of being alone
In a street full or people
I think I’ve had enough
Desperate for change
I vow to seize each day
Tomorrow I’ll try to smile

Waiting for the bus
To take me to the place I love
There I want to stay
Be happy in good company
Till then I just sit and wait
And watch others go by

Time crawls and flies
Maybe it will never come
Then I realized the obvious
A few had already gone by
While I sat and waited
For the bus to finally arrive