form a ring

that shrinks

around me

and starts to squeeze

but suddenly

I'm a man again

and the ring of stars

is a ring of silver

on my finger

and the sun and moon

are jewels in the ring

...

As I fly through the sky

in a chariot of stars

messengers run before me

comets, meteors

and moons

that no one has seen before

...

My chariot runs down the sky

and onto the dark floor

of the desert

then in a burst of light

the stars fill the night

and spin across the heavens

the sun rises

and I am rumbling

on my chariot

through a strange land

while

huge slaves

run before me

shouting

Make way! Make way!