This is the moment that we come alive

I'm handing out the breath and the kiss

I'm electric with the snap and the crackle of creation

I'm mixing up the mud with the spit So rise up Brendan Behan

And like a drunken Lazarus

Let's traipse the high bronze of the evening sky

Like crack crazed kings Voyager 2, where are you now?

Looking back at home and weeping

Cold and alone in the dark void

Winding down and bleeping Ever dimmer ever thinner

Feebly cheeping in the solar winds

I'll turn you up, sail on, sail on, sail on On past the howling storms

Through electric orange skies

And blinding methane rain

Sail on, I'll turn you up Never bring me down to earth again

Let me blaze a trail of glory across the sky

Let me traipse across it's golden high

Let me marvel in wonder and unfettered gaze

At the bigness and implausibility of being Yes, stretch out your hands

Into infinity you human things

Past blind moons and ice cream worlds

You hurl your metal ball of dull intelligence And show us all our fragile grip

As we too track with you

Slower but no less insistent

Like the only fertile seed In the barren vault of being, sail on

Hurtling towards the waiting tomb of empty worlds

Waiting for the final primary come of life

I'll turn you up And I'm thinking big things

I'm thinking about mortality

I'm thinking it's a cheap price That we pay for existence

This is the moment that we come alive

This is the breath and this is the kiss No we're in Paris, in the ball gowns

In the high heels, in the snow

And we're spinning 'round Versailles

In a Volkswagen Beetle that we'd hired for the day

(At the cheap rate) The room without the shower was cold again

"Are we already middle-aged", she said

And I said, "I feel nothing, I feel like a jelly-fish"

"Mabey it's the Portuguese Men-O-Pause", she joked And she laughed her brittle head

And we went back to bed

And I've been thinking about these things

I've been thinking about Voyager 2

And this is the moment that we come alive