Creator Lyrics - Up On The Sun - Meat Puppets

Everybody's got some kind of belief about creator 

Some say openly, "I don't know" 

Some build elevators to take the chosen few 

Who can afford the scenic view 

To the top of some big tower looking out on fields of blue 

Walking clouds on caves of emptiness 

That fall around their minds to flirt openly with vapor 

And the trail it leaves behind fences fly and sidewalks cry 

Concerning our creator turning loose the butterfly 

That ate the alligator, picking up its open-ended 

Holographic roots, it moved out to the tower 

To look down on me and you walking caves of empty water 

In the boring morning rain making love to open windows 

And the vapor trails' refrain