Cannonball Statman - Ode To An Apple Flavored Bus Stop Bench lyrics

Talk to Rosanna. Rosanna had a vision of me singing on stage with one hand; and nothing lasts except for the holes in our heads, 'cause tonight, singin' on stage without hands. I am you, but you know me; I sit between the others, apple flavored bus stop bench, and when you find out that I'm not going with you on the bus. Talk to Rosanna. Rosanna had a vision of me; she's coming in from Boulder City, Nevada, and she doesn't like it here. Says she wants to go.