Oleander sits alone in the corner with his xylophone And dreams of notes that Coltrane would've stolen Given half the chance But Birdland rarely feels the breeze As Charlie swims with bumble bees And Miles digs deep into his pockets for a fix And I'd die for the energy you put into him He's learning on my time And I'd die for the energy you put into him He's learning on my time Mr. Sagebrush sits alone In the corner with his megaphone And dreams of words that Pablo would've stolen given half the chance But my room rarely feels the breeze These love songs swim like bumble bees All the tenants dig deep into their pockets for a fix And I'd die for the energy you put into him He's learning on my time And I'd die for the energy you put into him He's learning on my time