Written about 13yrs ago in response to people being anxious about meeting that special someone, and they usually come along when you least expect it. Style inspired by Patsy Cline.

Everyday is the same as the one before.
And nothin’ seems to ever come my way.
One day I stopped to smell the flowers
When I looked, what did I see?
It was nothin’, oh nothin’ but a litte honeybee.
I keep real busy just a livin’ tryin’ not to wonder why
Or waitin’ for my love to arrive.
One day I stopped to smell the flowers
When I looked, what did I see?
It was nothin’ oh nothin’ but a little honeybee.
After some time I noticed I wasn’t waitin’ anymore.
Or wonderin’ about what love had in store.
That’s when I stopped to smell the flowers
When I looked, what did I see?
It was you, oh it was you waitin’ for me