Carl Sagan - Loch Lomond

Carl Sagan’s calm attitude

Things are going well, friends coming home

And me, I’ll be there soon

And it’s hot and these cloths are wearing thin

And I’m riding backwards on our tree

And I’m carving letters on this tree

He’s sleeping with bark ships on his tongue

And he’s dreaming that his mouth tastes like blood

And now you’re it, chasing chain link fences on our run

And no one, no one gives a fuck what we’ll become

Pay attention

Pay attention

Pay attention

Pay attention

And I’m riding backwards on this tree

And I’m viewing the cosmos from our street

And I’m Chasing letters up this tree

And I’m riding backwards down our street

And I’m riding backwards down our street

And I’m riding backwards down our street