Jamison Young: music

she's on the bus
she's thinkin bout frogs
he's thinking bout turtles
its all the same yet no ones sure
in the end the gods at war

if you wanna to go
someones gonna cry
i hold out in frustration
i'm sure she knows just what i'm thinking


he's thinking bout turtles
she thinking bout frogs
she thinking bout turtles
he's thinking bout frogs
she thinking bout turtles
he's thinking bout frogs
she thinking bout turtles
he's thinking bout frogs

take my chance
shoot my foot
out the door
oh my lost cause
my eyes are high
body language test this gaze
oh it must be the end
or another trip on the bus

she's thinking bout turtles
he's thinking bout frogs
she's thinking bout frogs
he's thinking bout turtles

pick up the pointers on the way
oh lend a hand or i'll be crushed
i think im in love
another trip oh on the bus
i look at her vacant stare
oh she so happy just to be a part
never question all these useless words
its just a scam and no-ones high
its all just make believe oh

she's thinking bout frogs
he's thinking bout turtles
he's thinking bout frogs
she's thinking bout turtles

so i'm at my stop
looking for my next cog
i look to the driver
he looks like some middle eastern leader
i wonder what he thinks of me
why do i carry all this shit around
the sky is blue
its all so happy
up all is new
another trip on the bus

she's thinking bout turtles
he's thinking bout frogs
she's thinking bout turtles
he's thinking bout frogs
she's thinking bout frogs
he's thinking bout turtles