Sometimes when the levees break and I can't hold my thoughts at bay
The galaxy it comes to me in all of its enormity
Picks me up and carries me one million miles times ninety three to the sun
And I won't burn or be dropped in, just forced to take the plasma in
Forced to question all I know, in deathly silence to and fro
What's next for us where will we go?
With smaller teeth? Or fewer toes to boot?
Ponder around my way
Ponder around my way
Ponder around my way the sun
Will they dwell on Paul or John or will these names be forgotten
Muhammad or the Rolling Stones, ideas turned to dust and bone
And when those bones turn sediment, will there be a need for it?
When I die I hope they bury me just flesh and bone under a tree
And I don't need a law degree to know that the authorities
Will bitch and moan and disagree but every Rome ends certainly
Ponder around my way
Ponder around my way
Ponder around my way the sun
Sometimes when I think of us, I think about the floating dust
And how it dances in the light and when I breath I think I might
Be breathing in the remnants of a man who used to ponder around the sun