And if you’ve ever seen the World
hanging on a thread
And gazed into the nightmare sky
Of all the things you said.
And if you’ve ever been to Venus
Send a postcard of the things you saw
Like the girl gazing at the Sun
Eyes blind, heart sore.

And if she now asks you how and why you’re here
Tell her my search has ended
And yet I have no fear.
If still sometimes she gazes into the wild night sky
Remind her I still drift out there
And the spark-It never died.