[Verse 1]
And we walked the pagan streams
And searched for white horses on surrounding hills
We lived where dusk had meaning
And repaired to quiet sleep where noise abated
In touch with the silence
On Honey Street
On Honey Street

[Verse 2]
What happened to a sense of wonder?
On yonder hillside getting dim
Why didn't they leave us alone?
Why couldn't we just be ourselves?
We could dream and keep bees
And live on Honey Street

[Verse 3]
And we walked the pagan streams
In meditation and contemplation
And we didn't need anybody or anything
Then, no concepts, being free
And I wanna climb that hillside again with you
One more time

[Outro]
As the great, great, great, great, great, great, great
Being watches over
And we repair, repair, repair, shhh, repair, shhh, we repair
To Honey Street
To Honey Street