Karma from distant atmospheres, rains down,
Down onto the ground.

We shall consider ourselves fortunate if in our lives we're able
To boldly go where no one has been before...
Rain Down. Down onto the ground.

And so the prophet spoke he said
"Save your souls for something better than this"

We shall consider ourselves fortunate if food is on the table
And while the work is plentiful and we are able,
I tell ya, the blessings rain down
On my thorny crown

And so the prophet spoke he said
"Thank The Lord"
Give Him all the glory for your deeds
Pull the weeds, and plant your garden
And it'll rain down, and feed the ground

And so the prophet spoke he said
"Feed the poor and raise the homeless,
Cause hope is the greatest gift man can share"

We shall consider ourselves fortunate to know
We have one friendship, with someone we can trust
To always do their best,
To help bring you around,
In times you're feeling down
 
And so the prophet spoke he said
"Thank The Lord for everything.
That's joy for every girl and boy
Who feels a Spell of Gloom..."
1995 Skip Hahn