It must have been cold,
Sitting on the bench,
Waiting for the bus
And love to come.

She sat and hoped
That when the doors opened,
There he would be,
Right there in front of her.

When a bus came,
She'd get up and smile,
Wanting to greet him
With all her happiness.

When he finally came,
She thought to herself,
He's here,
He's here.

And he thought to himself,
She's here.
She's here.