Oh oh, catch that bus
Love is the drug I'm thinking of

The story:

To my defense English is only my second language, and to most of us Swedes - or at least to me - it's hard to tell the difference between rose and rows.

I guess I could really identify with his problem since I'm running after the bus most mornings myself. But I must say that I wondered for thirty good years what that bus really had to do with his addiction...