From the recording Waiting for the Bus


Waiting for the Bus
He came on Christmas morning
knockin' on doors
You know he came to your house
but you were not at home
The boys came back to town
To laugh and look around
That it's a long road one can tell
Who's been to heaven and who's been to Hell
I've seen your name on the wall come tumbling down
one day from now
Be leaving town when the sun goes down
in the far, far west
Leave the sunrise to do the rest…
He was waiting for a bus
I saw him look at me slowly
He said, "You comin' along?"
I said, "I'd wait for the rest."
"Well, then I'll see you later."
And he was on his way
Just like old Kris Kringle
That bus west sailing away…