there is life on this planet and i know because i ve seen it it is wading in the slimiest of saturday nights there s a white haunted moon hanging over the lagoon it was made for a moment just such as this there is love in the eyes of the birds and bees there are plastic bags in suburban trees keep your eyes open all the time and i think you ll find there s no place to hide and the world is alive there are sailors on the ocean little kids with crazy notions and their head s are gonna spin like a tornado there s a bible by the tv and the curtain s blowing freely in this hotel room make my heart do flips there s a bush that burns but is not consumed there s a glass of milk in an empty room there s a song at the heart of it all and we all try hard just to write it down but you can t write it down whew 
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