Here I am trans-mutating
Changing shape and form
Thinking of you on your birthday, boy
It’s transit time
And it’s a turnstile, and other rotating doors
Pushing through the airport gates to other portals
Looking at the departure board
I thought I saw Bethlehem as the next flight out of here
All frankincense and myrrh
How cool would it be to go there?
And I thought of you 2000 years ago arriving to save our souls
Are you coming again, to do it all over again?
Coz we need you more than ever, baby Gee…
We also need some wise men, three.
And some women too, for a change…
The world’s gone madder
Since you were up on that cross at 33
Now we crucify ourselves, baby, to prove we still bleed
I’m flying through the air
Like all things airborne
It’s a story of our time
We have our pandemic but it’s finally the obvious kind
All the other insidious ones, the ones that gave us the chance to turnaround
We ignored those just like those folk who ignored your message of love and other cheeks
What a cheek, this chosen race of yours has some answering to do…
I see them floating here in the terminal and cannot help but think of the irony of that term(inal)
That’s where we are
en route to one of two destinations
The devil and the deep blue sea
It’s burn or drown out there in creation
I wish I was flying to Bethlehem today
But I’ve got a flight to Bedlam I best be on
Gotta hold the world up and right it’s crown
That makes me think of thorns and stars
And how backwards the world went for you
And your sacrifice that started all glowing planets
And ended with the maggots
How do you carry the stars?
When all people want are speeding cars and bars?
I wanna carry the stars Baby G…
If that happens, will you carry me?
If you do, it’ll be a merry Christmas after all…