247 Rides

Verse 1

I met her on the 6:59 bus

Every single morning, it was just us

She'd sit down across from me

She didn't have to ask, I already let her be

Backpack on her lap, coffee in her hand

I didn't know she was part of the plan

Pre-Chorus

January rain, she'd complain about my playlist

March sunrise, she said she hated the late shift

April to December, stop after stop

Every 7 AM, we never let the talk drop

I hid the question behind every, "How's your day?"

Watched my empty place slowly turn her way

Chorus

This is the lovesong we wrote one ride at a time

7 AM commute, no grand lights, no grand line

We yelled over traffic, 'bout the frost on the pane

Turned a boring twenty minutes into the only place I stay sane

Today, I ain't waitin' for the next stop's chime

Gonna ask her to move in, share the same bedtime

Verse 2

Summer we shared earbuds, her indie track stuck in my skull

Autumn she brought me a bun from the bakery stall

Coworkers waved us by, said we were always late

Stuck in the same bus lane, no rush to escape

I counted 247 rides, every single one

Saved every tiny story she ever done

Pre-Chorus

I bought the extra mug she likes, set it on the shelf

Hung the photobooth pic she said was just herself

No more gettin' off at separate stops alone

No more textin' "good mornin'" when I get home

Today my hands shake, coffee's gone stone cold

Got the question ready 'fore the bus hits her road

Chorus

This is the lovesong we wrote one ride at a time

7 AM commute, no grand lights, no grand line

We yelled over traffic, 'bout the frost on the pane

Turned a boring twenty minutes into the only place I stay sane

Today, I ain't waitin' for the next stop's chime

Gonna ask her to move in, share the same bedtime

Bridge

All year I sat across, watched the city roll by

Scared if I said the words, the whole ride would die

But a bus ain't a home, and a ride ain't a life

I want more than 20 minutes 'fore the daylight

I want her messy playlist, her coffee on the floor

I want her in my kitchen when I walk through the door

No more "see you tomorrow" at the end of the street

I want every damn mornin', every damn beat

Chorus

This is the lovesong we wrote one ride at a time

7 AM commute, no grand lights, no grand line

We yelled over traffic, 'bout the frost on the pane

Turned a boring twenty minutes into the only place I stay sane

Today, I ain't waitin' for the next stop's chime

Gonna ask her to move in, share the same bedtime

Outro

Bus door hisses open at our usual stop

I grab her wrist before she steps off the top

Said, "All year I've sat here, waitin' for the right time

Wanna skip the bus ride tomorrow, wake up by my side?"

She smiled so wide, mornin' sun hit her face

Said, "I've been waitin' a whole damn year to say yes"

All year I've been waitin' for the right time

Wanna skip the bus ride tomorrow, wake up by my side?