To A Scrapyard Bus Stop

There's someone out there, Out in the snow
 I think that I knew her, long time ago
 Homemade outfit, frayed cap and gloves
 She is a monument, a tribute cause.
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 It must be a 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
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 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.