Star smoke

You'll bow down before

God shivering and afraid

And full of shame

And darkness filling

Your heart handcuffed 

To a clown midget

And it will be easy

Ten hours will come and

Go and you'll be unaware

Of it's passing

A thin towel wrapped

Around your legs

Birds living in your beard

Remembering all the

Words of every song

You've ever heard

And it will be easy

You'll smile

And it will be the only

Time you've ever smiled

And your face will

Fall to the floor

With a clang

Waking the stranger

Sleeping beside you

In the car

You'll have a meeting

In a coffee shop in Seattle

Concerning a musical event

That will never take place

The woman you're talking to

Occasionally writing

Down notes with an

Orange crayola marker

All hope lost

You'll grow much older

And die one afternoon

In a hospital bed

In Houston

And your son

With his heart breaking

Will allow the nurse

To discontinue

The life support

And the world

Will spin through

Space forever

With the rest of the universe

And clouds made of

Billions of galaxies

Will gather together

On the edge of infinity

And it will be easy