oh, oh, waiting at the bus stop.
oh, oh, waiting at the bus stop.
oh, oh, waiting at the bus stop.
can’t find a new girl.
I’ll never know why she had to go,
only that she’s gone to stay.
I woke up this morning, found a note,
this is what she had to say:
she said, “Johnny, we had some good times,
but you’re a boy and I need a man”
a lipstick kiss, XO - “PS: I hope you understand”
well, I guess I did so I’m sittin’ here swiggin’
from a beer and a shot of Old Crow,
and I swear I’m gonna find me a better love
by the time I stumble home.
so, oh, oh, waiting at the bus stop.
oh, oh, waiting at the bus stop.
oh, oh, waiting at the bus stop.
can’t find a new girl.
well, 519 dropped off a beauty queen who was far too young for me.
then a pretty little thing who was wearing a ring.
it was tempting, but I wasn’t keen.
'cause she's got a man of her own right now,
just waiting on his girl to come home.
that’s just like I was yesterday,
now I’m sitting on a bench all alone.
well, the thought got me down so I kicked into town,
I found a quiet seat at the bar.
and I took me a break from watching the bikes,
and the trucks and the vans and the buses and the cars
oh, oh, waiting at the bus stop.
oh, oh, waiting at the bus stop.
oh, oh, waiting at the bus stop.
can’t find a new girl.
oh, oh, waiting at the bus stop.
oh, oh, waiting at the bus stop.
oh, oh, waiting at the bus stop.
can’t find a new girl, alright.
just about to throw in the towel when the midnight express rolled in.
and out through the doors came a face I was sure I was never gonna see again.
she said, “Johnny, I’m on my way to your place to ask for another chance…”
gave her a wink, I held out my hand,
I said, “May I have this dance?”
we twirled around as the rain came down,
I stood there getting drenched.
we stayed all night and watched the sun rise
from a perch there on the bench.
and no more waiting at the bus stop.
no more crying at the bus stop.
much more kissing at the bus stop.
can’t find a new girl.
can’t find a new girl.
and I don’t need a new girl.