Ender to an eve Reaches down a hand Can’t remember when We last lost ourselves Take off Gonna get ours Anything goes As long as joy’s the plan Every now and then More than that admit Take it off Writ in the sky Anyways I would give you All I have And it’s one more tip with a feathered cap One more trip to the habitat One more whip of a cheeky slap One more dip in the natural sap That’s that It’s a wheel