The Girl On The Bus

She was sitting there
Looking out the window without a care
She watched the trees go past
She looked uncomfortable, she looked all alone
She looked as tho she was dreaming of home.
Where was she going?
Where had she been?
She looked way off into the distance but couldn't see a thing
The way the light reflected all she saw was bouncing shadows.
She looked so lonely and so small.
I wondered if she was afraid at all.
She just sat there staring even when the bus stopped
Knowing exactly where they were just as before.
As she stared out the window without a care
She had the weight of the world sitting right about there.
As we neared the bus stop
I wondered if she would believe
The girl I was staring at
Was none other than me.