From the top of the bus
She thought she saw him wave
She saw Tuesdays and forgetfulness
And a little money saved
Does she know, I don`t know
But from here I can tell
That it would try the patience of angels
It would try the patience of angels, angels
And you know something`s wrong
When the morning hurts your eyes
And the baby won`t stop crying
You`ll be waiting till you die
Would I be any good
And if I was would I find
That it would try the patience of angels
It would try the patience of angels
There`s a door in a wall in a house in a street
In a town where no-one knows her name
Does she know, I don`t know
But from here I can tell
There`s a door in a wall in a house in a street
In a town where no-one knows her name
Does she know, I don`t know
But from here I can tell
She`s the patience of angels