Took a seat on an aluminum bench
Set in the thick of the treeless forest
Tapping the bill of his faded cap
An orchestrated rhythm
Set to the ticking of his watch
Just trying to amuse his artistic mind
Trying to catch the last bus out of town
Hand and hand a couple walks by
He remembers the girl he gave his heart to
An attractive blonde in heels and a pretty mask
Gave her all his money, gave her all his time
Now he sits heartless, all alone with his mind
Gave his friends his morals to look over and rewrite
Now he sits with polished delusions of popularity
And a little bit of evil in his eyes
Exchanged letters with a hopeless romantic
Only to sit here now with the ashes in his pockets
Looking for someone else besides his family who cares
Found a liar who acted the perfect part
Only to have her die in her own web
Found a puppet who suited him well
Only to have her strings break and let her fall
But when he finally stopped looking
He found what he thought was love
In a wild rose among the weeds
Kept it in the distance but not out of sight
Running from what he knows is right
So here he sat on Christmas Eve
Decided to stay and see what happens
And letting the last bus out of town go by