He sits by the bus stop
She sits by the shore
His life is a highway
Her life is a bore
At night he dreams of runaways
Whose names we all forget
At night she dreams of pretty faces
The ones she never met
And they pass each other everyday
Regretting what they know
And never do they even ask
Just where the other goes.
His house is painted black and white
Her house is painted green
He comes off generic whereas
She comes off as mean
And neither one has any fun
Without their piece of steal
They tell themselves it's only fair
But don't know how to feel
And they share footsteps everyday
Through bitter wind and snow
And never do they even wonder
Just where the other goes.
She writes her note in pretty letters
He writes his on the wall
He pulls the trigger on his birthday
She takes pills in the fall
He asks for amaryllis
And his mother to wear blue
She does not want a funeral
But hibiscus, purple hue
There's two families in the graveyard
Putting on a sorry show
And afterwards they do not ask
Just where the other goes.
