Stephen Hawking

I try and imagine

The cold beginnings of time

The elegant shadows

The pushing and pulling

Particles flying

And Stephen Hawking

Is getting drunk at the bar

He's dancing with numbers

Ordering doubles

And talking to sad girls

It's time we moved on

It's breaking down what we are

Excuses, we made for God

It's time we moved on

And Stephen Hawking

Is drinking bourbon and coke

He's smoking his Parliaments

With passion and purpose

Down to the nub

He's watching the T.V.

As rain pours down outside

A delicate veil

It darkens the windows

It's a miracle we're all here

It's time we moved on

It's breaking down what we are

Excuses, we made for God

It's time we moved on

It's time we moved on

And Stephen Hawking

Is getting ready to go

He drops down a tip

A beautiful creature

Suffused in a radiant glow

It's time we moved on

It's breaking down what we are

Excuses, we made for God

It's time we moved on

It's time we moved on