The Play

When I go outside at night

And look up and the stars are bright

Sometimes I lay on the ground

And imagine that the sky is down

And if the earth should then let go

I'd fall into the stars below

I'd fall into the stars below

And when I see the red sunset

In it's quiet splendor, I reflect

That that sun's not going down at all

But the earth is turning somersaults

And through a sunlit sea it trails

And we are on that great big whale

We're riding on that great big whale

When I try to grasp the simple fact of this existence

And think of all the fantasies and fairytales and wishes

None strike me as more unlikely or magnificent than this is

Hands and faces seen up close

Galaxies through telescopes

Crimson hillsides in the fall

And more astounding than them all

Are pondering minds with eyes that see

These are deep mysteries

Deep mysteries

When I try to grasp the simple fact of this existence

And think of all the fantasies and fairytales and wishes

None strike me as more unlikely or magnificent than this is

Like a strange, enchanting play of impossible dimensions

The setting and the stage run light-years in all directions

And the breathless scenes and the storyline defy comprehension

And when I think of all the roles

In this production, all I know is

I'm in the cast, but could it be

I'm also in a front row seat

To sit in my amazement, gazing

To ooh and ahh and sigh and say

My, what a wonderful play

My, my, my, my...