Are You Sure John Donne It This Way

Go and catch a falling star

Playing in some oldies bar,

The mirrored ball that lights the place

Will show the lines on every face.

Get with child a mandrake root

With her parents in pursuit,

And through the miles you'll discern

The state police at every turn.

Tell me where the past years are,

I'll go and meet them in my car;

The winds of time took in their gust

What Jesus drew in the dust.

And who cleft the devil's foot

In a chimney black with soot,

They heard his scream for miles around

From Heaven Hill to Chinatown.

Go and catch a falling star,

He'll ask you how you got that scar;

First year French and one last kiss,

And baby how did it come to this.

Go and catch a falling star,

Remember that he got so far;

Your name one day will be in lights,

And then you'll burn out on the night.