Stephen Hawking

I try and imagine
The cold beginnings of time
The elegant shadows
The pushing and pulling
Particles flying
And Stephen Hawking
Is getting drunk at the bar
He’s dancing with numbers
Ordering doubles
And talking to sad girls
It’s time we moved on
It’s breaking down what we are
Excuses, we made for God
It’s time we moved on
And Stephen Hawking
Is drinking bourbon and coke
He’s smoking his Parliaments
With passion and purpose
Down to the nub
He’s watching the T.V.
As rain pours down outside
A delicate veil
It darkens the windows
It’s a miracle we’re all here
It’s time we moved on
It’s breaking down what we are
Excuses, we made for God
It’s time we moved on
It’s time we moved on
And Stephen Hawking
Is getting ready to go
He drops down a tip
A beautiful creature
Suffused in a radiant glow
It’s time we moved on
It’s breaking down what we are
Excuses, we made for God
It’s time we moved on
It’s time we moved on