Rare Earth

I am a pessimist on the subject of extraterrestrial life, especially on intelligent extraterrestrial life. I could be wrong, of course.

So I was lying in my bed in the ER a couple of weeks ago, waiting (and waiting and waiting) for the CT scanner to come available so that they could take a look for my kidney stone. By this time, it had moved to a place where I was no longer in pain.

I was, however, bored. (As Garfield would say, "I'm bored, bored, bored." This beats "I'm in pain, pain, pain", of course.) And I had my phone. And my phone had a copy of Google Keep Notes, which gave me a place to write something.

I wrote a chorus and four verses for a song. Because it beat the heck out of being bored.

After I got home, the placeholder tune was replaced with something I liked better, the four verses turned out to be two, and I just needed to finish the song. Work had other ideas.

I have a great many things that I need to get done this weekend. But *this* was the fun one, as I now have the missing bridge and verse to finish this up.

I hope you like it!
( Lyrics inside... )