When I came back from San Diego
Checkered lights and rain in the afternoon
Oh, made me miss the imagination I used to have
There's something else
I thought about
The universe
When it's merciful
How should I know
After wringing out my memory
And all that my hands send away
Oh, riffling for a stem to find an answer I knew
There's something else
I thought about
The universe
When it's merciful
Who's light did it come in on?
There's something else
I thought about
The universe
When it's merciful
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