| Song | Brief Bus Stop |
| Artist | Ani DiFranco |
| Album | Not So Soft |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : DiFranco | |
| She sat there like a photograph | |
| Of someone much further away | |
| We shared a brief bus stop | |
| On one of those in between days | |
| She gave me her smile | |
| And I looked underneath | |
| At the lipstick on her teeth | |
| She asked me for a light | |
| And if I thought her hair looked okay | |
| We grew out of the small talk | |
| Into stuff strangers just don't say | |
| We discovered we are both | |
| Pleasantly furious half of the time | |
| When we're not just toeing the line | |
| We sat underneath the shelter | |
| As the rain came down outside | |
| The bench was cold | |
| Against the underside of our thighs | |
| I said, I think we need new responses | |
| Each question's a revolving door | |
| And she said, "YeahMy life may not be something specialBut it's never been lived before" | |
| We decided our urgency will wane | |
| When we grow old | |
| And there will be a new generation of anger | |
| New stories to be told | |
| But I said, "I don't know if I can waitFor that peace to be mine" | |
| And she said, "Well, you knowWe've been waiting for this busFor an awfully long time" |
| zuo ci : DiFranco | |
| She sat there like a photograph | |
| Of someone much further away | |
| We shared a brief bus stop | |
| On one of those in between days | |
| She gave me her smile | |
| And I looked underneath | |
| At the lipstick on her teeth | |
| She asked me for a light | |
| And if I thought her hair looked okay | |
| We grew out of the small talk | |
| Into stuff strangers just don' t say | |
| We discovered we are both | |
| Pleasantly furious half of the time | |
| When we' re not just toeing the line | |
| We sat underneath the shelter | |
| As the rain came down outside | |
| The bench was cold | |
| Against the underside of our thighs | |
| I said, I think we need new responses | |
| Each question' s a revolving door | |
| And she said, " YeahMy life may not be something specialBut it' s never been lived before" | |
| We decided our urgency will wane | |
| When we grow old | |
| And there will be a new generation of anger | |
| New stories to be told | |
| But I said, " I don' t know if I can waitFor that peace to be mine" | |
| And she said, " Well, you knowWe' ve been waiting for this busFor an awfully long time" |
| zuò cí : DiFranco | |
| She sat there like a photograph | |
| Of someone much further away | |
| We shared a brief bus stop | |
| On one of those in between days | |
| She gave me her smile | |
| And I looked underneath | |
| At the lipstick on her teeth | |
| She asked me for a light | |
| And if I thought her hair looked okay | |
| We grew out of the small talk | |
| Into stuff strangers just don' t say | |
| We discovered we are both | |
| Pleasantly furious half of the time | |
| When we' re not just toeing the line | |
| We sat underneath the shelter | |
| As the rain came down outside | |
| The bench was cold | |
| Against the underside of our thighs | |
| I said, I think we need new responses | |
| Each question' s a revolving door | |
| And she said, " YeahMy life may not be something specialBut it' s never been lived before" | |
| We decided our urgency will wane | |
| When we grow old | |
| And there will be a new generation of anger | |
| New stories to be told | |
| But I said, " I don' t know if I can waitFor that peace to be mine" | |
| And she said, " Well, you knowWe' ve been waiting for this busFor an awfully long time" |