City home, neon flow
The Last Bus Home - Bao Binh
Waiting where the late winds blow
Your umbrella, soft and white
Sheltered thoughts we used to hide
Every dusk, you came to stay
Until the bus took you away
One last ride before the night
One last word in fading light
We were quiet, we were near
And somehow that made all clear
Not goodbye, not even then
We were more than now and when
You believed in something more
I stayed silent and shook to the core
One last ride before the night
One last word in fading light
We were quiet, we were near
And somehow that made all clear
You were always chasing skies
While I stayed where shadows lie
But I recall your hopeful tone
Even when I'm all alone
One last ride, I see you still
Rising with your fearless will
If we meet again someday
I'll have words I didn't say
City fades, stars alone
But your light still seems to glow
