Back of the Sun

In a circle bound, on a planet blue just falling around
Around a little star, in the middle of nowhere that’s where we are, ya, hey
And I see this, looking up through an autumn sky
As the days grows darker with all the crickets gone good-bye
To the playful days of summer
We’re on this carousel around we go

It’s something to be alive you can thank your lucky stars
You are sitting pretty as we glide to the other side of the Sun
To whatever comes
Be da bodhi bum

When it snows at night, raise your head while under a light
And stick out your tongue and catch those galaxies of crystal one by one, ya, hey
We all have dramas, and we see it all from center stage
In our pajamas, it’s just a dream but that’s OK
In the playful days of winter
We’re on this carousel around we go

It’s something to be alive you can thank your lucky stars
You are sitting pretty as we glide to the other side of the Sun
To whatever comes
Be da bodhi bum

The trees are naked the sky is gray
And all my joy is swept away, receding, I’m receding
Believing in this tunnel vision
Where all is planned to great precision I’m bleeding, I bleed

When the buds they bloom, when you poke your head now out of your room
You’ll go for a run past those flowers on the back side of the Sun, ya, hey
You can feel the rhythm, and the possibilities unchecked
Right through a prism a world of color will infect you
In these playful days of spring time
We’re on a carousel around we go

It’s something to be alive you can thank your lucky stars
You are sitting pretty as we glide to the other side of the Sun
To whatever comes
Be a buddha bum

John Andrew
November 2014