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 --- The Universe - Gregory Alan Isakov