A Drummer's Arm

This is how the story goes:

Tween four fellas playing bacci ball

And suddenly a bolt of lightning struck down

It was stunning the way they separated

And all the atoms fell just like confetti

But somehow found their way up to heaven

Called the ghost out, our father spinning around and around

How captivating they wound about each other

Just like a little wedding

And the head spectre said please get yourselves together

But the problem with the particles is they can't remember

Who is who - am I you? Or are there two of us together

Or am I, am I me forever?

And the one that was a part of bob's hand said understand?

I am done being held down by this man then he ran

Last winter, I heard he was living in the wind pipe of a famous opera singer

And another one fell down and found himself inside a cannon

Part of a daredevil's heart no one's sure of where he landed

But the moment of the shot the crowd

All got the chills I still swear that I can feel it

And another

Now a drummer's arm they say hes outta work

And is now a little lonely poorly store clerk

But I know he'll be back have you heard the way he used to hit the high hat

How he hit the high hat, hit the high hat....