I lit up the wrong end, set my rocket in reverse

Blasted a hole through the center of the universe

I had a good spin around in a sycamore plane

Nothing much to see out here 'cept a whole lotta more o' the same

Oops

Well, that's enough o' that, we'll be standing here all day

Let the cat out the bag, all kinds of hell to pay

Movin' along, running easy and free

Back in the groove, don't worry 'bout me, I'm gonna bark up another tree

Oops

I look into the future as we splat against the screen

It's better than I hoped, and up to now was unforeseen

A metamorphosis, I'm hoping for much more of this

And maybe somethin' funky in between

I look into the future as we splat against the wall

Leave this all behind and soon we won't be here at all

We goin' metaphysical, whimsical and spiritual

Won't need that sycamore no more