I lit up the wrong end, set my rocket in reverse
Blasted a hole through the center of the universe
I had a good spin around in a sycamore plane
Nothing much to see out here 'cept
a whole lotta more o' the same
Oops

Well, that's enough o' that, we'll be standing here all day
Let the cat out the bag, all kinds of hell to pay
Movin' along, running easy and free
Back in the groove, don't worry 'bout me
I'm gonna bark up another tree
Oops

I look into the future as we splat against the screen
It's better than I hoped, and up to now was unforeseen
A metamorphosis, I'm hoping for much more of this
And maybe somethin' funky in between

I look into the future
as we splat against the wall
Leave this all behind and soon we won't be here at all
We goin' metaphysical, whimsical and spiritual
Won't need that sycamore no more