Saturn Return

Easy to poke yourself square in the eye
Harder to like yourself, harder to try
These are Elvis poses
Postcards and neoprene
Roses a dollar a stem
Everyone sleeping or pulling the long haul and
Keys in the cooler it’s three AM
And saturn is beckoning no-one
Is off on its own
Is offering up
Late shift convenience store, burn out the lights
Telescope roof towards the north-western sky
You pulled the ladder and no-ones the wiser
You find your sights and discover
Saturn is orbiting nothing
Is off on its own
Is breaking from home
Harder to like yourself, harder to try
Easy to take off
You found the ladder in the pattern of your wrist
You’ve seen and you’ve marked horizions
Mother was difficult, she made you cry
Cover the mirror, look to the sky
You climb into your rocketship trying
Lift up and hold out your hands
Saturn is orbiting nothing
Is off on its own
Is breaking from home
Saturn is orbiting nothing
Is off on its own
Is breaking from home
Saturn return when you chase down its moons
Throw them into a new gravity
Harder to look yourself square in the eye
Easy to poke yourself, easy as pie
Easy to take off, harder to fly
Harder to wake Galileo