Bus Stop

Bus Stop – Richard Ruane

Billy’s sitting at a bus stop, late night wind begins to blow
He’s looking down the empty street, the bus stopped running long ago
He’s trying to form a question, if he can word it right
He thinks he might just somehow find an answer here tonight

He barely knows the reason that he’s in this city anyway
It happenstance, coincidence that ever brought him out this way
He wants a clear direction, wants some sound advice
As the wind is joined by rain and the rain is joined by ice

But the answer, the answer that we’re seeking
If it comes, it only comes slow
But the seeking has its value; the seeking has its cause
For an answer we might never know

He’s crouching in the corner of the plastic walls against the wind
A cop car drives around the block and then it drives around again
He leaves his little shelter and goes walking through the rain
His place is just a couple miles away and change

He thinks the sun will soon be up, the sky will lighten in awhile
He thinks of what he’s doing now, and in the rain he starts to smile
What a time to choose for walking, this is not the night
Gets back home at first day’s light

But the answer, the answer that we’re seeking
If it comes, it only comes slow
But the seeking has its value; the seeking has its cause
For an answer we might never know

But the answer, the answer that we’re seeking
If it comes, it only comes slow
But the seeking has its value; the seeking has its cause
For an answer we might never know

For an answer we might never know