Marigolds on Monday

Once I was an extraterrestrial being I was nine years old Traveling on spaceships Interdimensionally Skipping through time behind my grandmothers house I was once a Cuckoo Bee Space was where I went When the sad times came I would invent I was a Cuckoo Bee Woke up with the sun The moon was still there I didn't want to look But the sun didn't care The storm had settled down into a Marigold I found a missed call frozen on my phone Grandpa was a worker bee Tougher than the sun When he pointed to the outside window His battle finally done It was a Sunday Can you believe? He chose a Sunday Grandma was his queen Oh, holy Sunday Can you believe Hallelujah Grandpa was a king It was a Sunday Can you believe? He chose a Sunday Grandma was his queen Oh, holy Sunday Can you believe Halleluja Grandpa was a king We ain't dead yet But soon we'll be He will be waiting For you and me We ain't dead yet But soon we'll be He will be waiting For you and me