145

145 makes me sad

Big and blue was all we had

We’ed hold each other while we’ed wait

Tried to make you laugh since its always late

145 I see you where ever I go

Where you go is where we’ve been

Big cities make it hard to grow

In the forgotton places between

145 take me home one more time

Make it feel like we planned it would be

A precious moment stolen like a crime

Take us home, set us free

145 used to take us there

To a place unknown to us

I regret not knowing or just didn’t care

That one day we would share our last ride on the bus


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