[Verse] Underneath the flicker of a fading streetlight, I’m parked on this old bench, worn down from the fight. Half-eaten apple drying in the afternoon sun, Lost souls passing by, nowhere left to run. [Pre-Chorus] Every traveler’s face tells a story untold, The weight of the journey, silent and cold. [Chorus] Here on this bus station bench I’m waiting, Counting the miles and the time that’s breaking. That half-eaten apple, bitter and sweet, Like this road and the rhythm beneath my feet. Waiting, waiting, waiting— Here on this bus station bench. [Verse] Concrete beneath me cracks like old memories, Faces blur in the wind like the rustling leaves. That apple’s been chewed by moments I can't keep, A taste of the road, haunting me in my sleep. [Pre-Chorus] Every lost goodbye echoes in the night, Fading footprints vanish beyond the pale light. [Chorus] Here on this bus station bench I’m waiting, Counting the miles and the time that’s breaking. That half-eaten apple, bitter and sweet, Like this road and the rhythm beneath my feet. Waiting, waiting, waiting— Here on this bus station bench. [Bridge] Maybe one day this bench will tell my name, Of hearts that were broken, and those unashamed. Till then I’ll sit with my thoughts and the sky, That apple’s story and mine passin’ by. [Chorus] Here on this bus station bench I’m waiting, Counting the miles and the time that’s breaking. That half-eaten apple, bitter and sweet, Like this road and the rhythm beneath my feet. Waiting, waiting, waiting— Here on this bus station bench. [Outro] Waiting here, just a shadow and a trace, Half-eaten apple, worn down by the race.