Lyrics

Friends and folks keep telling me
To take it all in stride
But the voices tell me otherwise
And I ain’t picking sides
I’m picking up a signal from the beehive up the street
The queen bee hums a prayer
For all the honey on the tree
Steam rises from a manhole in the blinding winter sun
The wind chill factor’s got my coat
My baby’s got my gun
Wind blows through the old soft shoe
Been going toe to toe
It’s a quirky little winter storm
From rain to sleet to snow
You can smile the smile of sorrow
Punching holes in the haze
If you keep the scent in focus
Then the goal won’t seem so hopeless
I’ll meet you in our corner of the maze
It’s a limited horizon
Sort of standard for our time
The rhythm stutters patiently like accidental rhyme
The parade has left without us
Turned the corner like a song
The cadence fades like gaslight
Steals the moment. Then it’s gone
So adios amigos
I’ll be reaching for the stars
Got my jigsaw jukebox with all its working parts
In the aftermath of summer senses, silhouette and girls
I’ll be driving cross the desert
Toward the sunset of this world
You can smile the smile of sorrow
Punching holes in the haze
If you keep the scent in focus
Then the goal won’t seem so hopeless
I’ll meet you in our corner of the maze