Down by the riverside, a walk.
I just have to remember,
I’ve got to be back inside, one o’clock.
Twenty minutes to disappear in a daydream,
the work I have to do, fainter with each block.
Hey there bumblebee,
are there flowers where you are?
Listen to me.
Are there vapor trails where you’re flying?
Please pay attention to me.
How could you be satisfied just like there so quietly?
With this cup and string, you could hear
if you were only listening.
Into a busy street, I pass,
right in front of traffic.
Curses and horns repeat through the glass.
Breaking to a run, eyes closed and fists turning.
Just a little fun, as long as it lasts.
Hey there bumblebee,
are there flowers where you are?
Listen to me.
Are there vapor trails where you’re flying?
Please pay attention to me.
How could you be satisfied just like there so quietly?
With this cup and string, you could hear
if you were only listening.
Speed onward,
‘cross bridges,
through ramps and rails.
Past bikes on the highway,
past all details.
‘Round clouds and pressure fronts,
not slowing down.
Not stopping,
not breathing,
straight out of town.
Hey there bumblebee,
are there flowers where you are?
Listen to me.
Are there vapor trails where you’re flying?
Please pay attention to me.
How could you be satisfied just like there so quietly?
With this cup and string, you could hear
if you were only listening.
Go back to Station Wagons.