The bus stopped in brandon, miles from ithaca At a shop that paid it to pour all the people out To drink all the coffee and read through the papers About the famous coming out The couple two rows up to the left didn’t move As I passed they just lay sleeping in Into one another like the way birds cluster All together when facing wind She was like a camera, he a b-film Both pretty faced, but hard From smoking too much and waiting too long And from all the things that life does to break your heart I told you so, don’t say I didn’t tell you so I listened to them all the way westbound Under gold blankets and blue fields With the sally-ann jackets and pillows and backpacks She turned into him like a shield From the stories of santa claus drunk stuck in the chimney And the deer they lost making him fly How BB King rode the bus to the gig cause he was broke And how sometimes it’s ok to cry I hear it rains here all the time, she said First thing we’ll take a room to keep dry We’ll find a bed and put us in it It’ll feel like home in no time What if there’s not much more of this Well, I’d like to share it with you With your hundred and my hundred dollars I’m sure we’ll pull through I told you so, don’t say I didn’t tell you so.