This is about a boy who took his last bite from the apple
As he lost his last key to the castle
A very long time ago

Yea, he gave up his brain to the crazies of the kingdom
Lost his organs to the interplanetary machine gun
Got sucked into a black hole.

The UFO materialized and identified itself
As number 0234869-6635
And that is why the boy knew he was still alive

The lifeforms froze his soul in a machine and kept his body clean
While they watched the earth and took notes and took tokes from the same well of sensation
That we all have been drunk from before.

(And the sun in a pupil
of the eye of the storm
and the storm is the nephew
of the son of the Word)

This is about a boy who took his last bite from the apple
Came upon a parable in outer space
And brought it back to teach a few souls who got lost in place

Ah, space is the wood in the yard, music the grain
The tune is the song of the sacred and the profane
Its rhythm is the syllables in your name

Ah, thanks to UFO's and spaceships, and cosmological facelifts
We're spewing out the message of the stars as it is so far:
So far as eyes see and ears hear we are here
merely to be here.

(And the sun in a pupil
of the eye of the storm
and the storm is the nephew
of the son of the Word --

And the world is the witness
to the song of the spheres
and the spheres are the dreams that
we dream while we're here)