Fly

See them crawling all over the ceiling Pointing their slender anther in the air, Their bugling eyes covered in a pound of flesh Waiting to plunge to their sacramental death And the wind with a mountain of sin sprawl Over the lingering roof rattling doors And splitting up the concrete floors And the surface filled with residue from the moon gather dust from the pinnacle in the sky Swept over the earth running from north to south And the wisdom of man will surely die It will burn with the bleeding sun until the journey is done The temperature is getting low And courage has a very long way to go The mountain is steep and the well is deep And the battle for the soul is hard to defeat I stood on the step and look beyond the sky And watch the rainbow setting in and the clouds absorbing the human energy there is something majestic up there That is disturbing the order of things down here The mission to the moon will begin soon If you land on the south there will be a mountain of doubt But somewhere between north and south you will see enough to make you want to shout get read for this long and steady journey It’s time to fly.