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