Chances are doors that just open up   I don't just carry for nothing   Ten tons of rain in a plastic cup   Tears unknown that fill oceans   Chances are the comets in our future   While others go on living in the past   The future seems farther away than Jupiter   Does appear through the telescopic glass   You can move so many, many times   Our home is everywhere we've been   Some people like to show humility   Others live in dramatic scenes on ships   Instead of feeling their own dealing and partake   They grow invisible as their soul starts to slip   Away from the center of illumination   That old steel-toothed border upstairs      Bop, bop bop