Comet - Blue Rodeo

There is a comet floating thru this endless night

Embraced with perfect symmetry

Thru the tear drop of infinity

In a window called the universe

With no map or intention

Towards some floating destination

It will find or it will be found

No pride, no guilt, no hate, no envy

Who sings this song

Sings with a crooked tongue

Looking off into a crooked sky

Wondering

What immortal hand or eye

Could carve this comet

On it’s course

Like a blind man riding on a crooked horse

Returning to the source

Where no though has ever happened

And time can’t be imaged

No pride, no guilt, no hate, no envy

No pride, no guilt, no hate, no envy