When I came back from San Diego
Checkered lights and rain in the afternoon
Oh, made me miss the imagination I used to haveThere's something else
I thought about
The universe
When it's mercifulHow 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 mercifulOh, what
What's my blood for?
What shows my dear?
The universe
When it's mercifulWho's light did it come in on?
There's something else
I thought about
The universe
When it's merciful