New World

I heard the great Rimbaud
Painted Venus de Milo
In a plaza at Pompeii
Then walked away

He took a plane to the far east
Wrote scripture at sea
Was never again heard
But I heard he’s in the New World

So how about it let us
Get outta here before they get us
Forget about silver and gold
Set the sails for the New World

The great Michelangelo
Invented the telescope
He saw the great migration
Of stars in heaven

He wrote it all in a letter
Which he sealed with his treasure
And I’m told
He buried it in the New World

So how about it let us
Get outta here before they get us
Forget about silver and gold
Set the sails for the New World