Busride

Bus ride Then i'm cross-town I take my seat And watch the streets go by Traffic lights Then a left hand turn I'm almost to the street where you live on Can i take you home...to my house Can i take you home...to my house Next block That is my stop I close my eyes visualize the day Three steps Two knocks on your door The doorknob turns My stomach burns to say Can i take you home...to my house Can i take you home...to my house There's no wall There's no ceiling shadow I can finally show you Without a chair without a door or window To climb through Can i take you home...to my house Can i take you home...to my house Can i take you home...to my house Can i take you home Can i take you home Can i take you home...to my house