Ponder Around the Sun

Sometimes when the levees break and I can't hold my thoughts at bay The galaxy it comes to me in all of its enormity Picks me up and carries me one million miles times ninety three to the sun And I won't burn or be dropped in, just forced to take the plasma in Forced to question all I know, in deathly silence to and fro What's next for us where will we go? With smaller teeth? Or fewer toes to boot? Ponder around my way Ponder around my way Ponder around my way the sun Will they dwell on Paul or John or will these names be forgotten Muhammad or the Rolling Stones, ideas turned to dust and bone And when those bones turn sediment, will there be a need for it? When I die I hope they bury me just flesh and bone under a tree And I don't need a law degree to know that the authorities Will bitch and moan and disagree but every Rome ends certainly Ponder around my way Ponder around my way Ponder around my way the sun Sometimes when I think of us, I think about the floating dust And how it dances in the light and when I breath I think I might Be breathing in the remnants of a man who used to ponder around the sun