Bugs

Bugs rub their legs together in fevered pitch
It trips me out, never gonna let it out
Birds they wheeze and my legs they itch
Yeah, it flips me out, wonder what it's all about
And think of things and how they got this way
Way above the rest, isn't this the fucking best?

Superficial, we may say
So, down to earth in an earthy kind of way
It's just the best that we can do
Is this just the best that we can do?

Planes that buzz, and cars that roam
Trees that grow through the forest foam
Squirrels that cross you overhead
Makes their way to the squirrelly bed
And even squirrels have beds

A natural light in the natural world
Flipped me out, never gonna read about it
Our favored nation and our favorite girl
She trips me out, never ever really doubt it

And as your hand rests gently on her head
Remove the clutter and the papers that you've read
Whispered comment, or a compliment is said
And you take her hand, and you gesture toward the bed
I can't believe this feels this good
No, I can't believe this feels this good