Phish - Yarmouth Road lyrics
[Phish - Yarmouth Road lyrics]
I dig a deep hole, bees buzzing all around
But, I know you’ll be happy
That I’m pouring concrete in the ground
Hoist up posts and beams erratically
Garden plot’s beautiful, Painter gets at it
But, I guess I should have
Checked with you somehow
Thought I could get you to
Come to Yarmouth Road
Hang with the bees and buzz in the honeycomb
All I ever wanted you to do
Was to come on home
Hang with the bees and buzz in the honeycomb
I filled up the shelves with
Funny books to laugh to
Lazy susan has some of the
Mocha rings that you love
Registered our names so they’ll know where
To bring us our mail
Couldn’t find flat wax for all the mahogany
Didn’t we see some walking
Through a trade show
Does any of this even start to ring a bell
Thought I could get you to
Come to Yarmouth Road
Hang with the bees and buzz in the honeycomb
All I ever wanted you to do
Was to come on home
Hang with the bees and buzz in the honeycomb
When we need to roam
Blind faith stings hastily
My faith brings me, right to the flower shop
I’d like that bouquet please
Wrap some of those extra green
Things around the stems
A little card to write on if you have them
Candles are lit all the red napkins folded
Pecan pie wafting fumes from the oven
Turned off all the ringers on the phones
Look out the window see headlights passing by
Maybe I don’t see you and
I don’t really know why
Don’t make me feel like a
Guest in our own home
But, I know you’ll be happy
That I’m pouring concrete in the ground
Hoist up posts and beams erratically
Garden plot’s beautiful, Painter gets at it
But, I guess I should have
Checked with you somehow
Thought I could get you to
Come to Yarmouth Road
Hang with the bees and buzz in the honeycomb
All I ever wanted you to do
Was to come on home
Hang with the bees and buzz in the honeycomb
I filled up the shelves with
Funny books to laugh to
Lazy susan has some of the
Mocha rings that you love
Registered our names so they’ll know where
To bring us our mail
Couldn’t find flat wax for all the mahogany
Didn’t we see some walking
Through a trade show
Does any of this even start to ring a bell
Thought I could get you to
Come to Yarmouth Road
Hang with the bees and buzz in the honeycomb
All I ever wanted you to do
Was to come on home
Hang with the bees and buzz in the honeycomb
When we need to roam
Blind faith stings hastily
My faith brings me, right to the flower shop
I’d like that bouquet please
Wrap some of those extra green
Things around the stems
A little card to write on if you have them
Candles are lit all the red napkins folded
Pecan pie wafting fumes from the oven
Turned off all the ringers on the phones
Look out the window see headlights passing by
Maybe I don’t see you and
I don’t really know why
Don’t make me feel like a
Guest in our own home