The last stop on the bus
Is all the way down the street
By all the small houses
And the carts selling meat
The last stop on the bus
Is fifty minutes from here
There's no scenery to watch
Like little cats or dead deer
The last stop on the bus
Can get pretty cold
And once you have arrived
You are now old
The last stop on the bus
Is quite a trip
It can seem frightening
For a trip as you sit
The last stop on the bus
Will always be there
No matter who goes down
It will be there like air
The last stop on the bus
Nobody can see
The only one who gets off
Is the one who is me
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