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head in my hands
on a dusty bench
a bus stop in nowhereville
giving up on waiting

here at the crossroads
i came to wait
eternity it seemed
was never to far away

all alone and without cause
i sit and stare to gain my loss
as motorcades pass me by
blowing smoke into my eyes

the wind picks up
as the clouds roll in
and my sunny day
turns dark as sin

something green is close
ripe with curiousity i am
i stand again and begin to walk
taking a turn at the stop

the storm brews at my back
but forward i go, leaving the stop
my clothes are dirty, torn, and faded
but someone sees something beneath

and in this desert storm
i will walk to find her

in my time of dying