I have walked in the valley of fear for too long
The angels, they flew to the mountain and took me along
Sat with the sage in the altocumulousphere
Problems were mountain goats and lack of air
All my time...up there
Eyes rolling round and the trash is on the ground
So we look up there way up in the troposphere
Cirrus fallstreak descending without a care
Breaking apart, evaporating decay
All my time...up there
Evapotranspiration fills the sky
Mackerels swim above our sleepy heads
Religously a nimbus dazzles down
Sun dogs tease the sun, sun pillows touch the ground