A one hazy night, a long day after work
I'm waiting my bus to take me home
A bus arrives, not mine
Another bus come, still isn't mine
Passengers has depart, one by one
I'm still waiting for my bus
An old man ask me, young man why don't just take taxi
I said thank you. I prefer my bus
A days goes by
Then a week, a month, a year
Until couple years has passed
My bus has yet to come
But I'm still waiting,
Because I believe. My bus will come.