Standing On The Corner Stuck In The Avenues   Waiting For A Ride As The Fog Rolls In    He's Got His Leather Jacket Zipped Up Tight   (It's Friday Night And The Bus Is Running Late)    It's Been Three Months And He's Finally Lost All Hope    When He Looks To His Left And There She Is    Calling Him Back For More    (It's Friday Night And The Bus Is Running Late)       It's The Same Old Thing In The Morning And Everyday    Trying To Get Out Of The Avenues    If He Can Only Find His Way    (It's Friday Night And The Bus Is Running Late)    The Road To His Home Has Never Looked So Far Away    He'll Never Make It Past The Bus Stop Where    He's Destined To Always Be    (It's Friday Night And The Bus Is Running Late)      Well He Dreams Of A Life Of Comfort    And For The Friends Of Yesterday    For The Tide To Take The Accidents And Make Them Distant Memories    All He Wants Is The Life    That Until Now He's Been Denied    So He Waits For Another Time.