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...)