Up there. There's a ball of fire. Some call it the spirit. Some call it the sun. Its energies are not for hire. It serves man / It serves everyone. Down there where Jonah wails. in the healing water. in the ready depths. Twisting like silver swans. No line of death no boundaries. Up there. The eye is hollow / The eye is winking. The winds ablaze / Angels howling. The sphinx awakens / But what can she say. You'd be amazed. Down there. Your days are numbers. Nothing to fear. There will be trumpets. There will be silence. In the end the end. Will be here just here. Ahh the borders of heaven. Are zipped up tight tonight. The abstract streets. The lights like some switched on Mondrian. Cats like us are obsolete. Hey Man don't breathe on my feet. Thieves poets we're inside out. And everybody's a soldier. Angels howl at those abstract lights. And the borders of heaven. Are zipped up tight tonight. Up there. There's a ball of fire. Some call it the spirit. Some call it the sun. Its energies are not for hire. It serves man / It serves everyone. The air we breathe. The flame of wisdom. The earth we grind. The beckoning sea. It's no mystery / Not sentimental. Ahh the equation / It's all elemental. The world is restless. Heaven in flux / Angels appear. From the bright storm. Out of the shadows. Up there down there. But what can we say. Man's been forewarned. All communion is not holy. Even those that fall. They can prophet understanding. It's all for man / It's for everyone. It's up there down there. Everywhere / Everywhere. Time for communion / Time for communion.