THIS IS HOW THE STORY GOES :   'tween four fellas playing bacci ball   and suddenly a bolt of lightning struck down   it was stunning the way they separated   and all the atoms fell just like confetti   but somehow found their way up to heaven   called the ghost out, our father spinning around and around   how captivating they wound about each other   just like a little wedding   and the head spectre said please get yourselves together   but the problem with the particles is they can't remember   who is who - am I you? or are there two of us together   or am I, am I me forever?   and the one that was a part of bob's hand said understand ?   I am done being held down by this man then he ran   last winter, I heard he was living in the wind pipe of a famous opera singer   and another one fell down and found himself inside a cannon   part of a daredevil's heart no one's sure of where he landed   but the moment of the shot the crowd   all got the chills I still swear that I can feel it   and another   now a drummers arm they say hes outta work   and is now a little lonely poorly store clerk   but I know he'll be back have you heard the way he used to hit the high hat   how he hit the high hat, hit the high hat ....