The middle lane has trapped my car in red-light claustrophobia. I slip the shackles, cut the rope-- stand naked with a telescope as the cat walks alone under a big sky. Against the dark so thin and white-- gonna be a big sky night. Miss Galileo, come with me and view the new Astronomy. Black hole dressing on salad plate-- Quasar at the kissing gate. Now the cat, he walks alone under a big sky. Umbrella dome pin-pricked in lights-- gonna be a big sky night. My spectacles, my white lab coat-- my coffee, thermos and my notes. I pat my pocket. I got the keys to the secrets of the observatory. And closing the door, I feel a new dawn as the darker slides align-- you to yours and me to mine. And now you stand, assisting me-- I can touch what I can see, see, see. I look in wonder, I feel no shame-- see the consequences of the game. Expand my universe. Head for the Big Bang. Reach for my switch and shout-- gonna turn the big sky out. There's got to be astronomy. Astronomy.
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