Lost Worker Bee
I'm easy to read
Hands of a coal miner
Trunk of a tree
Treat myself worse than my worst enemy
Looking for someone to tangle with me
Searching the earth like a lost worker bee
Out in the world
I know that somewhere
A hard drinking girl
With kindness in reservoirs
Looks to the sea
Or scours the underground looking for me
Come be the queen to my lost worker bee
All these promises of gold but where is my soul
Overseas in England I know
I'm bust at the seams
Plastered in Paris
Or hanging my dreams
From the wind farms of Lancashire
Throw me a line
I'll give you my everyday
Read me the scene
The scene with the queen
And the lost worker bee