Ode to an Apple Flavored Bus Stop Bench

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