I'm on the twenty-two
Got thirty stops ahead of me
But I couldn't help but notice
How it really makes me nauseous
How you're In parallel to me
Sitting just one foot away
If only I could see you past my own God damn reflection
How I wish I was just thirty centimeters to the ground
Maybe then I could just get a glimpse
A glimpse of your perfection

But before I even chose the words
You were stepping out the door
Before I even said hello
You were stepping out
Stepping out the door

Oh my love
Was left on the bus
Was left on the bus
Was left on the bus
Was left on the bus

I'm on four-seven-o
It's been so long since I've been home
I'm only missing you with me
I'm only missing you
I rub my eyes
My mind must be playing some trick on me
This couldn't be you right there
This just cannot be true
But I recognise the eyes
The boots, the hair, the red stripe dress
You're walking past me now
There is no way that I can look at you from here
Oh I can't look at you from here

קו עשרים ושתיים
לפסגת זאב צפון


Before I even chose the words
You were stepping out the door
Before I even said hello
You were stepping out
Stepping out the door

Oh my love
Was left on the bus
Was left on the bus
Was left on the bus
Was left on the bus"