What next, big sky?

And I looked up and there they were:
Millions of tiny teardrops just sort of hanging there
And I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry
And I said to myself: What next big sky?

Strange angels – singing just for me
Their spare change falls on top of me
Rain falling
Falling all over me
All over me
Strange angels – singing just for me
Old Stories – they’re haunting me
Big changes are coming
Here they come
Here they come.
–Laurie Anderson: Strange Angels