The Mother Hips - The Cosmonaut lyrics

Yes its true we are worried about him The loneliness is outrageous. We've asked him a series of questions, But his answer never changes Who taught you how to play solitaire? I can't remember that, And when's the last time you put a comb through your hair? I really, really don't care about that. At all He can see you and touch you and claim to have met you But we all agree that he'll never get you He is the one, who has no conviction He is the victim of everyone else's opinion And he is she, and she is we, and we is me, and me is you His radio is broken and there is nothing left to do. He's the cosmonaut, The cosmonaut He spending his time on his own a lot The cosmonaut, The cosmonaut It's causing him not to be easily talked to by anyone Please talk to me, Talk to me