It’s gonna come
out of a clear, blue sky.
On the most beautiful day,
it’s all gonna go away.
Maybe the wind will blow,
might be a flash of light.
Something entering our atmosphere,
Sun burning bright.
Fact is,
it’s likely that
we’ll never know.
No one’s paying attention
to anything but their phone.
No one really looks up
anymore.
Change is coming,
you better know
what you’re looking for.
Strange as it is,
we’re all focused in
on these little things.
Caught up in the ineffectual
comforts and criticisms.
So far removed
from our ancestors,
crossing the great unknown.
We all gotta go,
might as well know
what you’re looking for.
Out of a clear, blue sky.
Out of this brave new world.
We’ll never satisfy
our need to be covered.
Block out the Sun and the stars.
Shut out the Moon overhead.
Sew shut your eyes.
Pump shit into your head.
Take a good look around
at the way we live.
So far removed
from who we are;
no wonder we’re afraid.
Out of a clear, blue sky.
A trumpet call.
An atom bomb.
Anomaly;
nothing like we’ve seen before.
A plasma wave.
One last chance to say
I love you.
Good-bye.
So long.
*End Transmission*
HG – 2020