Lyrics
There’s a swarm of bees – buzzing round my brain
Some call it the complexity of a certain age
That swarm of bees, they call for change
Say it’s only temporary – I’m Idle American
Now there’s a smoldering fire – burning in my heart
And it’s hoping, wishing for addition and a little spark
Some kind of flame – which bears my name
And pulls me from the grips of this thing
I’m Idle American
Tossing pennies in a wishing well – now I want to fly
Tossing pennies in a wishing well – now I want to fly
And it pulls me from the grips of this thing ...
I’m Idle American
