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The Bus That Never Came
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The Bus That Never CameR BeckerBetter than I had hoped forBetter than the best of my designsBetter than my best guessesAnd my false beliefs of every kindBetter than my own effortsAnd my faith in senseless schemesBetter than my good intentionsAnd the nothing that they meanYou found me waiting at a bus stopFor a bus that never cameYou had no accusationsAlthough I looked at you ashamedYou only came to touch meAnd show me thatI wasn't being realMy belief wasYou wanted me to try harderBecause I thought that was the dealBut you rained loved from a chosen rain cloudThat rained a gentle rainThat washed away my glorious self pityAnd the mistakes that knew my nameAnd hope was glad to meet meAnd light was delighted to see me, tooAnd you looked at me with the admirationThat I never gave to youMy old ways and excusesWhat did I need them for?Whatever I thought I had to prove about myselfI didn't have to do that anymoreAnd skies are made for rain cloudsAnd the praise of you they speakAnd behind the sky is laughterWith a new laugh of the weekI no longer wait for bussesInstead I wait for a trainThe old number 1 to gloryNotFor a bus that never came.