hey Ray, how ya doin’, I been thinkin’ about you
you know, one way or the other we all break through
to where the face of reality shines like a lamp
and the circus sets up camp

seems like it was easier way back when
we could always put ourselves back together again
but we’re older now and it’s younger than us
and now somebody else has to get on that bus

there’s so many angles to to see
and there’s always a way that we’d would like it to be
but you can’t make it fit where it does not want to fall
so you just have to accept that you gave it your all

so as we emerge on the other side of this trip
like the afterthought of a time slip
we will scatter ourselves on the floor of the gods
who are playing with their magnificent lightning rods

and they might hear a sound like a deity does
and they might go to look around for to see what it was
some stranger in passing or a long lost friend
but you and me, we’ll be gone by then

so I’ll catch up with ya later, Ray, don’t worry about that
if you find out somethin’ interesting keep it under your hat
maybe we can’t see ‘round those corners to come
but the road is still there and it’s a long one

and maybe some of these fine friends of ours
will show up with their drums and their horns and guitars
the feast will be fine among so many friends
and finally the dead will be grateful again