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Waiting for the message to come
A handshake from deepest space
Pressing to the headset all night
For aliens’ faintest breath
Hoping for a biped to come
Untangling human doubt
Searching through the static all night
For signals that make some sense

Will they tell whatever the pyramids meant?
Did we evolve or were our chromosomes sent?
Will they find our brainpans a fraction too small?
Do the labyrinths we’ve created lead nowhere at all?

Here we are in Mississippi
Tracking down a swamp gas saucer
Television cameras glowing
Somewhere in the middle of a prarie on a summer night
The neighbors gather ’round, hoping for a sign
When the moon casts dark shadows
When the men of conscience weaken
When the preachers spread their panic
Armageddon draws us near its gaping mouth
And whispers that the universe isn’t benign

Crashing though a telephone booth
To put in a call to Christ
Looking for a sign in the sky
Ezekiel’s wheels on high
Waiting for a savior to come
To rescue us from the brink
Quoting from the scientist’s logs
Defending our oldest wish

Tiny needle in a haystack
Are the signals weak and garbled?
Conjuring its myths and dreaming
Somewhere in the middle of the galaxy a capsule floats
Boasting the image of man

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