Church Bus

Church bus, lost in a lazy ass summer
Kiss the world with lips that won't part for their lover
Drive up the tongue, then down through the lungs

Church bus, when will the lambs reach the slaughter?
Fire drill, hush near the railroad, don’t holler
But if one makes a noise, in a carpenter's voice

Church bus, over the rainbow to mother
Sleep late and pull up her arms for the covers
When daylight has come, make love to the sun