A head with closed and tired eyes
Bobs slowly to and fro
On this long and tiring bus ride.

She watches him from her seat
Watches as he sleeps
And wonders what he is dreaming of
As he sleeps in his seat.

Then up towards the front
Another boy sits
Gazing slowly out the window
As he wishes for something.

He wishes that he was the boy
The one sleeping in the back
So that she could watch him
And his love would be returned back.

And suddenly - the sleeping boy awakes!
He looks right at her!
She turns red
And then looks away.