You trace patterns on the grass,
Asking everyone who passed,
But no one answers why
Stars fall from the sky.

Would you like to ask Dr. Down,
Would you like to ask a field mouse
When the earth turns around,
What the rolling-down sun
Does behind the house.

You pull levers in the air.
You hide moonlight downstairs,
Rattling like a snake.
Don't you need a break?

Would you like to ask Dr. Down,
Would you like to ask a field mouse
When the earth turns around,
What the rolling-down sun
Does behind the house.

Doctor Down turns on the light,
Trying to ground your clumsy flight.
Mountains start to shake.
Why don't you awake?

Would you like to ask Dr. Down,
Would you like to ask a field mouse
When the earth turns around,
What the rolling-down sun
Does behind the house.