Sustained by the grace of the perfectly placed the snag in the wool of gravity's pull Arrival survival pockets of luck worried, we scurried from out of the muck The slim-chance-dance of circumstance with no map or design or intervention divine We're tied to a rock that circles the sun like gears on a clock stardust on the run A spinning blue marble in a sky full of holes scratching the dirt with our sharp wooden poles Crawled on our belly for millions of years danced with extinction and swallowed our fears Time shoved us along without any say so, along we all went, slowly making our way We're tied to a rock that circles the sun like gears on a clock stardust on the run A spinning blue marble in a sky full of holes scratching the dirt with our sharp wooden poles Now here we all are in a civilized mess in the land of the more we’ve never had less Less kindness, compassion, wisdom, and mirth a death-wish desire to abandon the Earth We're tied to a rock that circles the sun like gears on a clock stardust on the run A spinning blue marble in a sky full of holes scratching the dirt with our sharp wooden poles
