There's a girl that I know
Her eyes are smiling gently
Golden hair is flying in the breeze
In the breeze
Tiny feet, she walks so neat
Her lips are meant for whispers
Shapely hands are moving in the night
Full of de light
But I'm a lonely man
And I'm do ing the best I can
Trying to reach out, trying to reach out
I can only see you in the morning
Standing by the bus stop on my street
I can only see you in the morning
And wishing I was down
there in the heat
Sunday mornings you are gone
An empty bus rides on and on
And
I, I'm going back to sleep
Another day, another year
Sittin' by my window,
waitin' for the moment she goes by, by and by
Where does she go? I wanna know
Dressed up like a lady,
ready for a life with someone else
Someone else
Still I'm a lonely man
But I'm doing the best I can
Trying to reach out
Trying to reach out
I can only see you in the morning
Standing by the bus stop on my road
I can only see you in the morning
Wishing I was down there in the cold
I can only see you in the morning
Standing by the bus stop in my lane
I can only see you in the morning
Wishing I was down there in the rain