He was a foul ball sent a million miles from the batter While trying to overhaul got knocked outside the cosmic pattern It was a long fall, coming from the other side of Saturn He came crashing down He came crashing down He came crashing down like a marble landing on a silver platter His robe is the globe and it covers his body in tatters Stripped of hands and feet, no chance for climbing up the ladder So he sent some waves out interrupting the radio chatter As he rained down, down, down across the earth his seeds were scattered And then his sun rose And then his sun rose And then his son rose on groves of all the things that never mattered His robe is the globe and it covers his body in tatters