The Fireball

A blue-green light trailed behind the fireball
I looked to find another witness to it all
No one around was looking up at the same time
I ran around the house and I ran back outside

Oh, heart of darkness
Where the horny people go
No one believes your reason for missing their show
If I could keep my eyes fixed upon the sky
I'd never miss another thing that's passing by

Cloud on a cool night
Cloud on a cool night
White light

Into the pepper tree a bluebird disappears
And little leaves, the branches twisting in midair
The solid worm we found and carefully set free
Fried and hollowed from the early sun's dumb heat

Cloud on a cool night
Cloud on a cool night
White light