Last night I woke up startled from another falling dream It was embedded in my memory from when my fam'ly lived in trees And I've read a lot of books about the future of the sun And how my great-great-great-great-grandfather might have been a monkey's son
There's a man down on the corner With a weathered wrinkled face He says that planet Earth is not his home No he comes from Outer Space
And we're all full of questions And we would like to know just exactly where we came from And exactly where we'll go
Well I know my limitations And I know that I don't know But still I know the constellations and I know the falling snow.
