Takin the bus home it stops along the way
Some people get off to greet the ending of the day
I catch a pair of eyes before they look the other way
She flashes a smile but I don't have words to say
It's happened before, thoughts pulling me away
Part of me moves but something else will make me stay
At least I could have smiled
What kind of game is that to play
I'm already home before the memory will fade
It's better to lose than fold a hand that could have played