What girl wants a man who's always waiting for the bus?
It's hard to look debonair with the rain in your thinning hair
Fixing my eyes on the horizon
In search of the yellow marquee
Weary, weather beaten, and wizened
I'm stuck here
Waiting for the 40
To carry me homeward
What girl wants a man like me?

What girl wants a man who forgets his umbrella
On a wet night like tonight with no bus in sight
Locking eyes with a girl in the window
Of a small black Peugeot passing by?
She turns to the driver, her beau
Together
They each wear onе earpiece
From a pair of еar bud headphones
I wonder what kind of music she likes

If there's such a girl in the world please introduce me
We could stand here looking odd
Like two p's in "iPod"
Fixing our eyes on the horizon
Here comes the yellow marquee
With fingers entwined we could wait here
Together
Bus lumbers up to us
Sliding its doors open
We could snuggle in the old people seats
What girl wants a man like me?