Dustcloud And The Honeybees

You always say, "Life is hard";

So it is.

Then you disappear in a dust cloud.



Spinning wheels into yarns, ohh

You sing a song

Then you disappear in a dust cloud.



And I'm

Hanging on,

Hanging on.

All the wiser folks are gone

And I'm hanging on.



The news is bad;

It always was,

It always will be.

Ohh



And oh, when you day you find me

In a crowd,

Say it's good to see me,

But my eyes are stinging

And it's hard to breathe

For the dust cloud rising

And the honeybees

Hanging on,

Hanging on

For so long.



And I'm

Hangin' on,

Hangin' on.