To A Scrapyard Bus Stop

There’s someone out there; out in the snow
I know that I knew her; don’t ask me how
In her only outfit; frayed cap and gloves
She is a monument; a tribute, a cause

It must be the bus stop; there through the snow
The wind tears right through her thin winter coat

She pulls a cart behind her; there are tracks in the snow
That lead to her possessions; tied up just so
And I know that I knew her; I can’t think how
But it’s a long time gone anyway; from the way she is now

There’s someone out there; I can’t make her out
Salvation Army shoes on; with the soles all walked out
And I know that I knew her; we were in love
But it’s a long time gone anyhow; here comes the bus

It must be the bus stop; there through the snow
The wind tears right through her thin winter coat

And the crowd pushes past her; no one looks twice
And I look to her window; and I catch her eye
But she doesn’t know me; and she looks away
And the bus slowly disappears; into the snowy haze