12 Constellations

One lonely highway, one lonely road
One lonely child — standing in the middle of the road

Two men on horses, two more on foot
Two million marching around to the sound of a beating drum

Three fleeing angels, while the foghorns blow
Three little voices from birds singing below

Four feet from the dance floor, under a disco ball
Four cycle systems surround to the sound of a beating drum

Five more reasons to climb up that ladder and jump
Oh, but what a shame, that not a soul looks up

Five guys eating pizza, five books of Moe
Sixth sign of arrival, the Messiah... plays his 12-String Guitar

Seven are the days of the week that go
Seven angels in heaven, seventy Elders dontcha know

Eight times did you sacrifice with sin crouching at your door
Eight gates, tall wall -- don't matter anymore

Nine months of labour, later eighteen more
Nine innings in a ball game, nine on the floor

Ten laws that Moses holds and a Golden Calf that you eat
I see stars in the sky and eleven in Joseph's Dream... Let em shine on me

Eleven minutes, eleven strings on a twelve string guitar
Minus one is ten on the E string but at least I got this far

Think no ones watching, watching as you sleep
The Lion, The King, The Sphinx and The Kinks
Will forever be within the brink of a

Dun, dun, dun, n-nah, n-naaaaa... Na, na, na, na, naaaa

Twelve Constellations but only one Southern Cross
Aw, but what a shame that not a soul looks up

The Mountain high up in the sky, the cold air on your cheek
Twelve Tribes that symbolize every person that you meet!