Well I’m laughing and I know I
have a choice
static is, and static likes the noise
things may pass so up you shouldn’t dwell
static burns and static likes the smell

all the bee’s are dancing in the air
kiss the grass and I haven’t got a care
it’s funny how the world, it spins so slow
why it does I surely do not know

purple is the color of the sky
love is the answer to the question “why?”
it’s funny how a life, it grows so fast
time may tell but time will never last