They met at a bus stop on the A63 He greeted with a smile and so did she They exchanged a glance She stood dazed in a trance At the way his eyes beamed with romance The bus arrived and on she walked And suddenly they wished they had talked For now she was gone He was alone At a bus stop on the A63 They were destined never to be As they didn't speak on the A63. However one sunny day in May I'm happy enough to say That as he got on A bus to Brighton There she was sat, in hope for him to be her companion