seven days a week the bees are risin' in the air nighttime falls like water and it soaks the heaven's hair voices rise to whisper out across the trees and fields whispers turn to lightning all around the broken wheel and I'd say there are a million and today there are a million used to be that one or two were more than I could stand now I ask for no one to a show of many hands once it seemed like nothing was about what I could take now that everything is here, there's nothing I can shake and I say there are a million but today there aren't a million seven days a week the bees are risin' in the air nighttime falls like water and it soaks the heaven's hair voices rise to whisper out across the trees and fields whispers turn to lightning all around the broken wheel around the broken wheel and I say there are a million but today there aren't a million and I'd say there are a million but today there are a million and today... but today... and I'd say there are a million