Sloucher In Purple

I was walkin' down the flower street
and little kids
and bubble-gum and a trail of branches
strewn across the path
and like a ghost-town jet-engine
I raced across the street
and the shadow of a bumble-bee
landed on my nose
I asked the kid about his game
in an alley cat blue-jeans
sort of way
and he said at night
when the TV rain drives through
you can hear 'em buzz
all the way to the end of the world
so I looked eastward
and saw the beach and the ocean
the world ain't flat
and he said the ships just sink
at the horizon