40 years and still seems everything's okay
Just ask the question that will make it go away
You still can't change it with a waving of your hand
It comes to mean that everything is surely planned
They're sending me a picture of the moon
And star-mapped skies for travellers in tune
With all that falls beneath us from the sky*
Be steady light, shine bright behind my eyes
Answer the question: Is it straight or in a line?
Or still a spiral not aware of such a sign
And with the gravity that seems to pull us down
There is awareness to align us with the ground
