Lights are flashing on the Big Board tonight
Seven sisters smiling in the sky
The hunter chases
The bull just stays the line

The twins are looking far behind with equal eye
At the virgin waiting there reclined
Make no attempt
To tip the scales of time
The scales of time

We can't deny the midnight sky that binds
Across the oceans we'll see the same tonight
And as we flow three-hundred-sixty-five
Each night is a chance to realize

We'll see the same tonight
Look higher that we might
See the same tonight

Copyright 1991 Eric Klein