Wayne Andrews, The Old Bee Keeper

I'm the keeper of the bees, as you've known.

Just a worthless memory in this house.

Through the light of day & night 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 journeyman's journey to the end.

Will this road hold home for good, will I ever see?

Against this broken street I'll gain, it will comfort me.