She stood on the corner, lost in time
Trying to get back, to somewhere in her mind
"Mister, can you help me find the place I'm looking for?
I am waiting for the bus to Baltimore."
Pale blue dress, neatly pressed, nothing out of place
Snow white hair, coal black eyes, a sweet angelic face
"I' really got to get back home, I've got so many chores
So I'm waiting for the bus to Baltimore."
"That's where my two precious babies sleep
Where Dad and Harvey decorate the tree
Ruth still has a fever, Cathy scrape her little knee
They need me."
Then a younger woman came, took her by the hand
"Have you been telling stories, Mom, to this nice young man?
The house we had in Maryland burned down in '64
Still she's waiting for the bus to Baltimore."
'Cause that's where her two precious babies lie asleep
Where her daddy decorates the Christmas tree
Ruth has move to Philly, now all that's left is me
And she needs me
Sometimes late at night on the edge of sleep
I think about that sad, sweet woman on the street
And I wonder if she found the peace she was longing for
Oh, I hope she found the bus to Baltimore
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