It's only five miles to heaven
With all the usual stops
I took the right directions
And I'm farther than I was at the start
And you keep telling me the story about some killer bees
Seems I've gone crazy and they're trying to kill everybody and me
So whatever comes will come
And maybe we're all balloons full of air
And the reason we're deflatin' is to remind us that the ground is air
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la
Only the craziest of the bees know the branches like you do
Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference between the honey and the glare
This split direction is eventually gonna tear us all apart
You know you're going nowhere
But hey at least you know where you are
So whatever comes will come
And maybe we're all balloons full of air
And the reason we're deflatin' is to remind us that the ground is air
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la
Way up in this sort of air
Way up in this sort of air
So whatever comes will come
And maybe we're all balloons full of air
And the reason we're deflatin' is to remind us that the ground is air
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
La la la
