lost worker bee

i'm easy to meet

hands of a coal miner

drunk on the tree

treat myself worse than my worst enemy

looking for someone to tango with me

searching the earth like a lost worker bee

and out in the world

i know that somewhere a hard drinking girl

with kindness in reservoirs looks to the sea

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 and oh

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 every day

read me the scene

the scene with the queen and the lost worker bee

and out in the world

i know that somewhere a hard drinking girl

with kindness in reservoirs looks to the sea

scours the underground looking for me

come be the queen to my lost worker bee