Prone to wander, near or far I tremble at the thought of where you are Bring you up in certain crowds But careful how I make those sounds Hazy day or so they say The nest was hidden til you passed its way Can't say I'm sorry for you Can't keep it in a jar Can't say it like I want to Just tell me where you are In the sun the branches hung The summer heat, the arm where you were stung Pull the stinger with my knife And taste your blood, the red metallic life Grinning with my teeth stained red I fell asleep and dreamt behind the shed Dreamt I saw the turning page Some things still don't sit right as I age Can't say I'm sorry for you Can't keep it in a jar Can't say it like I want to Just tell me where you are