Lying on my back on a picnic table
Staring up at the clouds in the sky
That one looks like a peach that one looks like a boat that one looks like a big butterfly
People in the park just drift around me
Time ticks by with a swing-set beat
A laugh floats past on the picnic breeze
It's a big parade
I've got a front row seat
I turn to my good friend Al, "Hey Al, what do you think this is all about?"
He says, "You know, I spent my whole life trying but I just never could quite figure it out."
The sunshine is spilling on the ground
The trees are breathing out a birdsong sound
Kids are bouncing echoes off the park side
As the Earth is spinnin' 'round their merry-go-round
What a nice day to be alive
What a beautiful point of space and time
What a nice day to spend the afternoon with Einstein
There's a little ladybug that's sitting on a green leaf
In a bush that's rocking in the breeze
In a park on a planet that's spinning as it circles round the sun just as fast as it can you see
With a little group of planets that's flipping through the galaxy
As it flies through the universe at lightning speed
So little ladybug you'd better just hold on tight to that little green leaf
I turn to my good friend Al, "Hey Al, what do you think this is all about?"
He says, "You know, I spent my whole life trying but I just never could quite figure it out."
The sunshine is spilling on the ground
The trees are breathing out a birdsong sound
Kids are bouncing echoes off the park side
As the Earth is spinnin' 'round their merry-go-round
What a nice day to be alive
What a beautiful point of space and time
What a nice day to spend the afternoon with Einstein
I think there must be a guy up in them clouds
Leaned back relaxed against the sky right now
Trying to pick out my shape from this park drifting by
Daydreaming, trying to gather meaning from a field of dandelions
Lying on my back on a picnic table
Staring up at the clouds in the sky
Looks like two white coats drifting towards me
Guess it's time to go back inside
I bet they wonder what I'm thinking about
I bet they wonder how I keep getting out
I just wonder how they walk right underneath the sky without noticing a single cloud
I turn to my good friend Al, "Hey Al, can a man ever really live
In a little tiny room with just one window?"
He says "Well, it's all relative."
The sunshine is spilling on the ground
The trees are breathing out a birdsong sound
Kids are bouncing echoes off the park side
As the Earth is spinnin' 'round their merry-go-round
What a nice day to be alive
What a beautiful point of space and time
What a nice day to spend the afternoon with Einstein