Standing On The Corner Stuck In The Avenues

Waiting For A Ride As The Fog Rolls In 

He's Got His Leather Jacket Zipped Up Tight

(It's Friday Night And The Bus Is Running Late) 

It's Been Three Months And He's Finally Lost All Hope 

When He Looks To His Left And There She Is 

Calling Him Back For More 

(It's Friday Night And The Bus Is Running Late) 



It's The Same Old Thing In The Morning And Everyday 

Trying To Get Out Of The Avenues 

If He Can Only Find His Way 

(It's Friday Night And The Bus Is Running Late) 

The Road To His Home Has Never Looked So Far Away 

He'll Never Make It Past The Bus Stop Where 

He's Destined To Always Be 

(It's Friday Night And The Bus Is Running Late)



Well He Dreams Of A Life Of Comfort 

And For The Friends Of Yesterday 

For The Tide To Take The Accidents And Make Them Distant Memories 

All He Wants Is The Life 

That Until Now He's Been Denied 

So He Waits For Another Time.