Here in the hive the air is thick.
Acoustic tiles can’t soak up all the talk.
Rock ‘n roll snare adds a steady click
To the soundtrack of the clock.

A world full of strangers comes down to two:
Wars and disasters and me and you,
It’s gonna get bigger and it’s gonna get worse
And right down the center it all comes true.

Bridge:
Every day I thank the love and the life and the
Light and the warmth and the constant rhythm,
Touching every hand and breathing the air that
Gives us every word of love ever spoken.

A waiter brings me coffee and a cream.
She’s too distracted to look me in the face.
I drink the coffee and I hear the dreams
Rising up like steam around the place.

I had a dream about a place like this—
Amazing how I got just what I want!
I could be lucky or maybe there’s a twist—
I could be living in a dream of bliss.

(Bridge and out)