And all the truth you need is a moon covered up by some clouds
And the blues it surrounds itself with.
And the marching of vapor across the sky.
And a misty edge of nothingness floating by that.
While a giant rock rotates around little old me on an even bigger one.
And the light of the moon comes from a ball of gas behind me.
Peeking over the edge of my rock and bouncing off the powdery white above me.
All the truth I need is up in the sky.