Pop Flew

He was a foul ball sent a million miles from the batter
While trying to overhaul got knocked outside the cosmic pattern
It was a long fall, coming from the other side of Saturn
He came crashing down
He came crashing down
He came crashing down like a marble landing on a silver platter

His robe is the globe and it covers his body in tatters

Stripped of hands and feet, no chance for climbing up the ladder
So he sent some waves out interrupting the radio chatter
As he rained down, down, down across the earth his seeds were scattered
And then his sun rose
And then his sun rose
And then his son rose on groves of all the things that never mattered

His robe is the globe and it covers his body in tatters