In walked a man in the shape of a man
Holding a hat-shaped hat
And he held up two fingers and said how many fingers?
And i said, peace man, that's where it's at
I said, you are what you do in order to
Prevent becoming what you're busy not doing
And if you do do it truly
And you arrive at it newly
Then in the end you are absolved
And the problem of heaven is solved

And the man broke into a smile
Like he was breaking into song
And he was broken and smiling and I was singing along
And we compleed agreetly about most things
'til the sun set sweetly like it does in those paintings
The ones they hang in the hotel rooms
The ones they bolt to the walls
As though anyone would want to steal them at all

And we talked like children without breathing
Until i stopped this lady as she was leaving
And i said, excuse me
But do you know what time it would be
If we were on mars?
And she held up her hand
She held up both hands
Right up over her head
(like a crossing guard stopping the cars)
And she said
Five in the morning
In walked a man in the shape of a man holding a hat-shaped hat