In the beginning she came out of a star, as did myself.
They say that in a million years her quarks and atoms
will be flung across the universe.
They say that's the way of all matter,
they call it - molecular decay -
they, they, let themselves decay,
dumb bastards that they are!
I say she will be turning and spinning,
fiery and glistening, as she always has.
But wait for me, promise me, let's ride a comet's tail,
and if we tire of our trip we can dive into a star
and start all over again.
With a big bang.