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.