The Universe

The Universe, she's wounded

She's got bruises on her feet

I sat down like I always did

And tried to calm her down

I sent her my warmth and my silence

And all she sends me back is rain . . . rain

The Universe, she's wounded

But she's still got infinity ahead of her

She's still got you and me

And everybody says that she's beautiful

The Universe, she's dancing now

They got her lit up, lit up on the moon

They got stars doing cartwheels, all the nebulas on the tune

And the Universe, she's whispering so softly I can hear all

The croaking insects, all the taxicabs, all the bum's spent change

All the boys playing ball in the alleyways

They're just folds in her dress

The Universe, she's wounded

But she's still got infinity ahead of her

She's still got you and me

And everybody says that she's beautiful

And everybody says .