Lletres: Franklin Delano. Like A Smoking Gun In Front Of Me. Bus Stop.

Don?t get me wrong
It?s way too long
On the road to real love
I am just that bus stop

You?ve got this rare chance
To rest in my shade
Don?t build a new fence
Your path?s been made

Love comes and goes
You try but you don?t know
Life?s a trip without a pause
I am just that door