Wanye Andrews, The Old Bee Keeper

I'm the keeper of the bees, as you know,
Just a worthless memory, in this house,
Through the light of day and dark,
Will you notice me,
I'm the keeper of the bees,
I'm a dead man.

Dear Diary, I won't keep her awake anymore.

I won't love her anymore, she won't let me,
Just a journey mans journey, to the end,
Will this road hold home for good?
Will I ever see, 'gainst this broken street again?
It will comfort me.

Dear Diary, I won't keep her awake anymore.