it's lonely out here
what i wouldn't give for a nice cold beer
it's lonely out here
stuck inside a thin tin veneer
it's lonely out here
the emptiness is chalked full of fear
i may have the space cowboy blues
but i'm still not missing you
out here you can't smoke or drink
deeper into delirium i sink
six more months until i hit
martian soil sand and grit
it's lonely out here
the food is canned and taste disappears
it's lonely out here
the tiny voices are drawing near
it's lonely out here
waiting for the god of war to appear
i may have the space cowboy blues
but i'm still not missing you
out here you can't smoke or drink
deeper into delirium i sink
six more months until i hit
martian soil sand and grit
with nothing here to keep me sane
'cept my robot and space aeroplane
things seemed to be going a ok
can't get this darkness to go away