Locker 367
Stranger's meet all the timeSometimes they pass on by
Sometimes they become friends
Even better, when they fall in love
This happened one day
In a bus station in Idaho
Just outside of Boise
Two stranger's met
While reaching for the same locker
Locker 367, to be precise
His name was Ethan
Her name Colleen
Each heading different ways
But when it came time
For one to leave
They left together
In another direction
Now each year
As the date approaches
They take a trip
To just outside Boise
To where locker 367
Will always stand
It does not matter
That it is no more
They sit in that station
For hours on end
For them locker 367
Will stand forever
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