One summer off
Panic just behind the room
Flirting the periphery
Here we Go

Once in a wheel
Something at the farther gates
Going very slow

One tiny hand
Pointing to the backyard of my home

Whether you were there to comfort Madeline’s eyes
Or there to comfort me
You jump at the sound of a bumblebee

I’ll make you a map
And show where you’re supposed to be

Whether you are climbing and evolving in time
Or falling fast asleep
You jump at the sound of a bumblebee