09 A Year In Heaven

"I'm thinking we're shrinking," said the lady to her darling. "But the word is getting and my patience is getting thin. I'm guessing it's pressing that we start progessing Our ships are sinking so I would understand." She indiscreetly mutters to herself Where do we go? Where do we go from here? Where do we go? Where do we go from a year in heaven? "Chasing the rabbit was my habit," said the addict to the sidewalk But he caught it with his wallet and the tracks upon his skin And it follows that he swallowed the notion he was Apollo But he lost it, exhausted, so he pushed the needle in In the street he mutters to himself Where do we go? Where do we go from here? Where do we go? Where do we go from a year in heaven? Where do we go from here? Forsyth and Zebulon Earhart and Komarov Capucine and the cats that she left us And all of the passengers on the Sultana Were drinking their coffee and smoking havanas "The Sky line is my line," said the rich man from his airplane But he won't say that in his dreams that he crashes in the woods In his sleep he mutter to himself Where do we go? Where do we go from here? Where do we go? Where do we go from a year in heaven? Where do we go? Where do we go from here? Where do we go? Where do we go from a year in heaven?