Carl Sagan

Carl Sagan's calm attitude
 Things are going well, friends coming home
 and me, I'll be there soon
 And it's hot and these cloths are wearing thin
 And I'm riding backwards on our tree
 And I'm carving letters on this tree
 He's sleeping with bark ships on his tongue
 And he's dreaming that his mouth tastes like blood
 And now you're it, chasing chain link fences on our run
 And no one, no one gives a fuck what we'll become
 Pay attention
 Pay attention
 Pay attention
 Pay attention
 And I'm riding backwards on this tree
 And I'm viewing the cosmos from our street
 And I'm Chasing letters up this tree
 And I'm riding backwards down our street
 And I'm riding backwards down our street
 And I'm riding backwards down our street