She walks here on Sundays
So close, yet so far away
She moves like a sunset
All eyes on her
And she's entitled to
And she's entitled to
Let me see her
I hang around the bus stop
All the trees bow down
She's not in a hurry
Smiles back for the fun of it
She points at the skyline
LLke it's hers to take
And she's entitled to
And she's entitled to
Let me see her
I hang around the bus stop
All the trees low down
Let me see her
I hang around the bus stop
All the trees low down