I'll take the bus number 866
Just to get a glimpse of you,
to see you smile again
Cause when days stop marching I won't have to change my name
To anything suitable I'll sleep in your arms
At
the end of the road
I'll grow older
Though I'll always
need your shoulder To cry on on weekends
You're asking me how long
Will you stay?
I look down, this one knows the answer
I know my silence will be short
And if I stay
I will fall behind
In the march of days At the end
of the road
I'll grow older
Though I'll always
need your shoulder
To cry on on weekends
I've reached the station And wind
is in my face
This is the pause in my race Within
Today will be
quiet and composed I'll be with you and soon I'll forget
At the end of the road
I'll grow older
Though I'll always
need your shoulder
To cry on on weekends