The Good Word

The professor sadly scratched himself
Finished the rest of his cold coffee
Felt someone walking over his grave
He said, I've got to get out of this draughty old place

Or maybe somewhere a black hole met another
Waltzed together and span away from each other
Clasped hands for a moment in the empty gymnasium
Their shoes scrape tapping in time to a song older than 'em

He said What have I done?
And was it all predetermined?
All meant to be?
If you give me more time, I swear I'll believe
Give up all that quantum shit
Spend all my days spreading the good Word
And singing your praise
Yes, Sir, that's right
Glory, hallelujah
Glory, hallelujah

The wind made little hurricanes
With the debris in the car park of the driving range
As we have another sip, another toke
Counsellor says we're on a slippery slope

Last night I dreamed we were running for our lives
From robots in the jungle, helicopters in the sky
But the ground opened up and I
Couldn't save her
Couldn't save her
Couldn't save her again

Oh no, no, Sir
Not this time
Glory, hallelujah
Glory, hallelujah
Glory, hallelujah

Oh God what have you done?
And was it all predetermined?
All meant to be?
If you give us her back, I still won't believe
But I might give up drinkin' so much
We'll just have to wait and see
Glory, hallelujah
Glory, hallelujah