On my ride home about four
Miles till I reach my door
Wondering how you have been
Listening to Ghost in the Machine
I picture us on the floor
Holding you who I adore
With the lights and blasting sounds
Grooving, ignoring all around
My hands around your waist
You hold me in warm embrace
Pulling me you steal a kiss
Pecking my nose you horribly miss
We laugh and hold each other close
You sway with me in sensual pose
I come to you and hold your hips
Winking you draw near and taste my lips
You whisper into my very ear
Sweet nothings that are all so clear
At that point I felt more than touched
Somehow I really loved you so much
A sudden jolt on my shoulder blade
The world darkens and gradually fades
I open my eyes weary to only see
The bus driver gently shaking me
I got down and and I was at the very end
The last stop having missed mine at the bend
Thinking of you I make my way
I still miss you on this dull, dreary day
