I'm waiting for the bus to come I'm lying on a bench Thinking of a book I read And wondering what it meant I hear footsteps coming closer It's an ordinary man He comes up to me, shakes my hand And asks me who I am I am paralysed, I can't talk or move What could I say And before I have the chance to think I tell this man my name I tell this man my name He smiles and looks away But I still don't know the answer to this day To this day To this day To this day... To this day To this day To this day... (I don't know the answer...)