The Bee

Only four inches of plaster and steel make this cell
A honeycomb case of silence built for one
If I could only dig my way out 
(of this) wreck and ruin
I would bask in the light and not even cry

Every April, a new drone hatches
Starts to look for his nectar 
Stumbling blindly, he touches the rose
(and gets) bitten by the thorns
and stuck on the petal and not even cry

What makes us go on?
When clearly its a losing bet
Is it the melody of a song 
(that's) not quite finished yet?
maybe the record skipped (or maybe) it ended long ago

F/A C (x3) (Am G F) G (Am G F)

# copyright Joe Johnston