Who Could Understand A Turtle?

I'm in the other car

Riding impatiently in the back seat

You're in the turtle-top caravan

Somewhere in this traffic jam

I know I hurt your feelings

And I can't find you, navigating

We'll never share our private skin

But I can't imagine never sharing our songs again

We'll be to dekalb soon

And I'll let you know how much I love you

I want to let you know how your hits feel to my strum

How you're the cookie, and I'm your crumb