To A Scrapyard Bus stop - Charlie Parr

There’s someone out there, Out in the snow

I think that I knew her, long time ago

In her only outfit, frayed cap and gloves

She is a monument, a tribute cause

It must be the bus stop, there through the snow

The wind whips right through her thin winter coat

(Mm-hmm)

She pulls a cart behind her, there are tracks in the snow

That lead to her possessions, tied up just so

I know that I knew her, but I can’t say how

Long time before anyway, the way she is now

There’s someone out there, but I can’t make her out

Salvation Army shoes on, sole all walked out

I know that I knew her, we were in love

Long time gone anyhow, there comes the bus

Crowd pushes past her, no one looks twice

She looks through her window, and I catch her eye

She doesn’t know me, She looks away

The bus slowly disappears through the snowy haze