by TsoCoLate
Rushing out from the office
Running to catch the bus
Often glancing at my watch
There's the red traffic light.
Fifth, seventh, ninth stop
Passengers come and go
Clock was ticking real slow
Leaping my steps to you.
Excited to turn the key
Throw on things silly me
Get the power on and see
You were there waiting for me.
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