Upstairs is your neighbor Do us a favor Ask him to take off His heavy shoes When no reply came We sang a refrain That God, who made beauty Made ugly, too I'm trying to seduce you If you want the whole truth Every line I write Is meant for you Though it's pathetic I, I don't regret it That God, who made wisdom Also made us fools So I asked the meaning Of the sunset A dead poet answered "You can't fight fate" Went to the Garden To ask Adam And God interrupted "Yes, yes you may" I said to the void "Well, who are you?" And I heard my echo "Well, who are you?" Though it's pathetic Now I understand it The world is a question "Well, who are you?" I am my father's son Two islands bridged by water My heart's a burning sun I'll give it to my daughter Now we must start With shovels at dark
And they told the graphic map Of the heart The truth was a lie That our parents sold us But we've got to find the words On our own If we're only atoms Matter and gravity Why do you make your case With such poetry Now I heard King Midas Is throwing a party I'd like to meet him Doubt I'll shake his hand Then there's the dead theologians With their flowcharts That don't know the first thing About your beating heart Limits of knowledge Some logicians started But I've seen the sunset On Parry Sound I am my mother's son Two parts bourbon and one part water The spirit and the blood Can't have one without the other Oh where is your neighbor Do us a favor We miss the sound of His heavy shoes When no reply came We sang a refrain That God, who made ugly Made beauty, too