When I go outside at night And look up and the stars are bright Sometimes I lay on the ground And imagine that the sky is down And if the earth should then let go I d fall into the stars below I d fall into the stars below And when I see the red sunset In it s quiet splendor, I reflect That that sun s not going down at all But the earth is turning somersaults And through a sunlit sea it trails And we are on that great big whale We re riding on that great big whale When I try to grasp the simple fact of this existence And think of all the fantasies and fairytales and wishes None strike me as more unlikely or magnificent than this is Hands and faces seen up close Galaxies through telescopes Crimson hillsides in the fall And more astounding than them all Are pondering minds with eyes that see These are deep mysteries Deep mysteries When I try to grasp the simple fact of this existence And think of all the fantasies and fairytales and wishes None strike me as more unlikely or magnificent than this is Like a strange, enchanting play of impossible dimensions The setting and the stage run light-years in all directions And the breathless scenes and the storyline defy comprehension And when I think of all the roles In this production, all I know is I m in the cast, but could it be I m also in a front row seat To sit in my amazement, gazing To ooh and ahh and sigh and say My, what a wonderful play My, my, my, my...