Up there

There's a ball of fire

Some call it the spirit

Some call it the sun

Its energies are not for hire

It serves man

It serves everyone

Down there where jonah wails

In the healing water

In the ready depths

Twisting like silver swans

No line of death no boundaries.

Up there

The eye is hollow

The eye is winking

The winds ablaze

Angels howling

The sphinx awakens

But what can she say

You'd be amazed.

Down there

Your days are numbers

Nothing to fear

There will be trumpets

There will be silence

In the end the end

Will be here just here.

Ahh the borders of heaven

Are zipped up tight tonight

The abstract streets

The lights like some switched on mondrian

Cats like us are obsolete

Hey man don't breathe on my feet

Thieves, poets we're inside out

And everybody's a soldier

Angels howl at those abstract lights

And the borders of heaven

Are zipped up tight tonight.

Up there

There's a ball of fire

Some call it the spirit

Some call it the sun

Its energies are not for hire

It serves man

It serves everyone

The air we breathe

The flame of wisdom

The earth we grind

The beckoning sea

It's no mystery

Not sentimental

Ahh the equation

It's all elemental.

The world is restless

Heaven in flux

Angels appear

From the bright storm

Out of the shadows

Up there, down there

But what can we say

Man's been forewarned.

All communion is not holy

Even those that fall

They can prophet understanding

It's all for man

It's for everyone

It's up there, down there

Everywhere

Everywhere

Time for communion

Time for communion

Talking communion...