Standing at the bus stop waiting for the number nine
Rain is falling soaking people standing in a line
Butterflies fly inside me, destroying all my call
I'll be waiting for you down at Crabtree Farm
Sitting on the top deck, feel the people look at me
Mrs. Brown from out of town and her large family
They all know my father, went with him to school
Look at me, distastefully, think I've blown by cool
There is a place where I can go to ease my mind
There is a place where everything is calm on Crabtree Farm
Farm
There is a place where I can go to ease my mind
There is a place where everything is calm on Crabtree Farm
Farm