We're getting out of here tonight - let's pack for Delmak-O
There's nothing there to fear because at least it is away
Leave transport up to chance, and with a blindfold off we'll go -
Like life, this nose-shaped spaceship, well, it only goes one way.
But while I pack, a man walks up, a man beyond belief
He says the transport that I chose will doubtless take my life
I'm thankful for the information, but I wish that he would leave
For how can I love God when I'm not sure I love my wife?

And some might call it mordant wit, others, just a morbid streak,
When what I know might hurt me, not to choose becomes my choice
Protect me from the bigger picture, turn the other cheek I'll hit'cha
What I see can hurt me, so don't wanna hear your voice

I wish that I had courage in my mordant, morbid breath
To tell Him 'please don't interfere,' 'cause I don't want to know -
Whatever mode of transport that my spirit will select
At least will take me to the place that I deserve to go

And some might call it mordant wit, others, just a morbid streak,
When what I know might hurt me, not to choose becomes my choice
Protect me from the bigger picture, turn the other cheek I'll hit'cha
What I see can hurt me, so don't wanna hear your voice
Don't wanna hear your voice
Don't wanna hear your voice