Flashing meteors follow
comets climb in startling numbers,
and the saucers slip by upon the Milky Way.
Marking time, counting sheep on Venus,
stranded here in Ether
I couldn`t get my feet into a windbreak today.
Pulling Faces and swopping places
grab the Bull by the horns
but still I seem to be torn
from the Plough I have
seen the Earth rise
and the Bear sailed away...
Correlating clusters
destination undecided
as the Virgan Voice cries Proceed to Orion
Lighting years with Aurora`s Beacon
banished here for treason
they didn`t give a reason for this sentence in space
Pulling Faces and swopping places
grab the Bull by the horns
but still I seem to be torn
from the Pole I have
seen the Crab rise
and the Fish flew away...
Pulling Faces in empty places
and now at last we`re forewarned
and though the Bull`s lost his horns -
After years trekking
through the Starglow,
It`s the End of the Universe.