birds, bees

I see you moving ‘round this town like I’m not frequently up and down

Wonder if you’ll collide with me or just dance around these streets

We see in tunnel vision, maybe a tab for the fun

I see them whispering in the sun

While I parlay in the shade

I take it easy these days

See that as little a mess is made

You’re still the one reminding me that the birds and bees got history

We wrap around like dancing feet, that down bad soliloquy

I seen you in the old cafe scribbling on a journal page

First time I called it serendipity but today we’ll call it fate

We see in tunnel vision, maybe a tab for the fun

I see them whispering in the sun

While I parlay in the shade

I take it easy these days

See that as little a mess is made

You’re still the one reminding me that the birds and bees got history

We wrap around like dancing feet, that down bad soliloquy

Big respect to all the elders

Malu, Uncle Pointy