I had a friend who said he wanted to leave his head and he flew
and climbed and sped away
Next time I saw him he was in a cage despair, rage torn from a book
man he was off of Prometheus' page
The language he spoke was like clues, news, blues, hues
of some deranged god's tool
And I could not help him as he stood there and I asked him:
“My brother what happened to you?” (he said:)

The cow, she jumped over the moon
But she didn't make it over me
The cow jumped over the moon
May that cow jump over you

My friend Dave didn't like the road paved, dollar saved, two-bit role in a
play so he gave it all away
He showed me the looking glass how to jump in and come back
Cat-in-the-Hat come for the day scit scatting that scat
But one day, lost and too clear I could see my buddy trapped
on the other side of the mirror
And that night as we sat drowning on childhood swings and I listened
to the verses he did sing I asked him:
“My brother what happened to you?” (he said:)

The cow, she jumped over the moon
But she didn't make it over me
The cow jumped over the moon
May that cow jump over you

Concrete sitters there, me and my friend, between cigarette butts, broken
glass and monument with eternal flame that had nearly reached its end
We spoke of the Buddha who wooed us and the karma that chewed us
and threw us around the bend to this end
And the strength to find a golden fleece of peace even with Doom's old dog
Gloom snarling at us with his teeth
But later I saw his stare as he readied to climb into the airplane's chair
flying where he could be in some doctor's care and I said:
Oh, no, my brother what happened to you? (he said:)

The cow, she jumped over the moon
But she didn't make it over me
The cow jumped over the moon
May that cow jump over you