We were strangers, nothing more,
I knew that nothing more we'd be
Thrust together at a bus stop waiting for the 43
On a rainy Sunday morning,
now it's just a memory,
But in another life I loved you,
cant you see? Can't you see?

It was January eighth and I had
nothing else to do
I was killing time and trying to find
a lover or a clue
To give me some idea of something bigger, anything would do,
Just so long as it was beautiful and true,
it was true.

But we were strangers, nothing more,
I knew that nothing more we'd be
Thrust together at a bus stop waiting for the 43
On a rainy Sunday morning,
now it's just a memory,
But in another life I loved you,
can’t you see? Can't you see?

And so I cast my eyes upon you
like a fisherman a fly,
Like a spider casts a web,
like a liar casts a lie.
It was tenuous and tragic as a silent lullabye,
The unspoken words between us-
you and I, you and I.

But we were strangers, nothing more,
I knew that nothing more we'd be
Thrust together at a bus stop waiting for the 43
On a rainy Sunday morning,
now it's just a memory,
But in another life I loved you, can’t you see?

Can't you see

That nothing is coincidence,
and nothing is unplanned?
We're standing here and the time is near
for us to take a stand
Against the tyranny of propriety
so, baby, take my hand
And we will ride the 43 until the sunset
meets the sand.

But we were strangers, nothing more,
and as you sat in back of me,
Caught a glimpse of your reflection,
though I couldn't really see.
Could've sworn I saw you smiling,
now it's just a memory.
But in another life I loved you
and you love me.