I had a broken heart and a broken heel And a break down when those big old wheels Left with him and left me in a cloud of deep old dust She was sitting there With her beehive hair And said, "Honey, that's a waste of good mascara." She handed me a pink Kleenex And I'll never forget what she said next, "Boys and buses got a lot in common They both pick up speed when you Try to stop 'em You could waste your breath You could scream and cuss 'em But there's no use chasing after boys and buses." She said, "Some leave with a guitar case, And some wind up at an army base, And some make out much under the hood, And some roll it on out to Hollywood. But the cost is lost when the ticket's bought And you can't catch what don't wanna be caught But when those tail lights start to dim There's another one coming right around the bend 'cause Boys an buses got a lot in common They both pick up speed when you Try to stop 'em You could waste your breath You could scream and cuss 'em But there's no use chasin' after boys and buses Sometimes love and transportation Will spin their wheels and keep you waiting But anytime you think you've missed it, Just give it ten or fifteen minutes. Boys and buses got a lot in common They both pick up speed when you Try to stop 'em You could waste your breath You could scream and cuss 'em But there's no use chasing after boys and buses Yeah, there's no use chasing after boys and buses."