Stop The Bus

We’ve been driving since the winter
The destination doesn’t change
You know i can still remember
The day you asked me for my name
You are thee rock on the riverbed
Growing smoother every year
You are the voice inside my head
I can’t believe you got me here
Stop the bus and turn the radio up high
And grab the first guitar you see
And get out the old flare gun and throw it to the sky
Tonight you’re sleeping next to me You give me something to remember
Each time you look into my eyes
You see through my trouble and my temper
And you call me out on every lie
Stop the bus and turn the radio up high
And grab the first guitar you see
And get out the old flare gun and throw it to the sky
Tonight you’re sleeping next to me