He’s standing at the bus-stop feeling nothing
Nothing ain’t the word but I guess it will do
She told him that it’s over and he’s wondering
How can it be over when loving is true.
He’s standing at the bus-stop and he’s crying
The rain begins to say hello he ignores
He knows a part of his heart is dying
He doesn’t even notice his soaking clothes.
He’s somewhere in a world that’s his existence
Three buses have now passed that he could’ve got on
He doesn’t make the effort for resistance
Another foolish life that got it all wrong.
He didn’t get a chance he didn’t have a chance
He took it too deep
His young mind thought romance would always win the dance
He took it too deep
He’s thinking he’s cheap…
He took it too deep.