Journey To The Inside

Ten thousand miles an hour plus
We streak across the sky like dust
And none of us know where or why
We're like a jewel in the sky
Oh what are you going to do with me...
You say to us we must not fight
We must be good we must be quiet
And all of us are six foot high
And none of us know how to die
Oh what are you going to do with me...
[Spoken words about getting smaller and disappearing into a chair!]