He signed on the dotted line
Put down the pen and said;
What are we fighting for?
Can you remind me again

With a scratch to the head
The drifter said;
It sounds like a disaster-movie on the tv
As the patrons watched in disbelief

(Not concerned with the confines of society
Dropping out of society)

Lost in his indigo zen
Doesn't bother with the world around him
He's killing it everyday on the video screen
He's kind of famous
Goes by Solitary Bee

He has his Headphones on
Even when he sleeps
Always has his nose in a book
He never speaks
He takes the punches and the jabs
Never stop never runs and he never looks back

Gonna find that
Connect with my
spiritual animal
Brass hat
Have that
Hope you Take it the maximal

From picking wild daisies
To going to outer space
Don't don't know what to do anymore
There's no more place

Gotta find that connect
To your spiritual animal
Brass hat have that
Hope you take it to the maximal