Queen Bee

Our flag is his coat
As he marches
Down the middle of the road
We slowly walk behind him
As we try to understand this game
Towards the sun
This fight has only just begun
There ain’t many things
He wouldn’t do for this place
I’m always on the run and I hate copy paste for god’s sake
Somewhere in between the trees
Where the grass is green
Lives a man with his queen
Somewhere in between the trees
In a world that no one sees
He’s growing his own army of bees
Moving too fast
For the magic to last
On his watch the world
Moves a different pace
We all have space
His anchor went down
Kept his boots on the ground
Unaffected by the race taking place
All around
Somewhere in between the trees
Where the grass is green
Lives a man with his queen
Somewhere in between the trees
In a world that no one sees
He’s growing his own army of bees
He came from far away
Outside everyday
And his rooster thinks it’s morning all the time
Tobacco in the air
Whenever he is near
And I’m not sure if the dog is his or mine
Somewhere in between the trees
Where the grass is green
Lives a man with his queen
Somewhere in between the trees
In a world that no one sees
He’s growing his own army of bees