Last night I woke up startled from another falling
dream
It was embedded in my memory from when my fam'ly lived
in trees
And I've read a lot of books about the future of the
sun
And how my great-great-great-great-grandfather might
have been a monkey's son

There's a man down on the corner
With a weathered wrinkled face
He says that planet Earth is not his home
No he comes from Outer Space

And we're all full of questions
And we would like to know just exactly where we came
from
And exactly where we'll go

Well I know my limitations
And I know that I don't know
But still I know the constellations and I know the
falling snow.