Well he came back down like he said he would
With a trunk of peace and a chest of good
And a suitcase of everything
But he took the Microbus back to Paradise
'Cause he didn't know a thing about merchandise
And the bartender told him he couldn't sing

Well you've got to know how to sell it
On more than best intentions
Did I blink and miss the New Ascension

Was I scoffing at a talk show sacrifice
Or kneeling at the altar of Beatle Christ
To miss the light 'round the hippie king
'Cause your Aramaic is as good as mine
But it sounds like Greek when I'm into the wine
And I know I've been warned about that kind of thing

Well you've got to know how to sell it
On more than best intentions
Did I blink and miss the New Ascension

Well you've got to know how to sell it
On more than best intentions
Did I blink and miss the New Ascension

It would appear my dear
We missed the New Ascension