She's as sweet as Tupelo Honey
He's the boy from Tupelo

Emmylou true asks the King
I too sing Michelangelo

              Oooooooooooooh!

If I give up today
I did it for me

Maybe because
It was too much to handle
Something other than me

And bed become
A friend to depend on and on

Here I sit outside,
On this violent summer day,
The streets the seem to whisper,
All the stories they could say,
Above me a bee,
It could be from here,
Or rather far away,
But how rare and beautiful a thing it is to see,
So I sit here,
All day.