i can’t help but wonder about this man in the sky.
but not the one who sits on the moon,
fishing into the murky depths below,
or some famous astronaut. ...
Suppose, my dear, that you were I
And by your side your sweetheart sate;
Suppose you noticed by and by
The distance 'twixt you were too great;
Now tell me, dear, what would you do?
I know-and so do you.