[bad word] visit soon
 Sure gets lonely living here on the moon
 I've got a tale to tell
 About my planetary prison cell
 We could shoot the breeze
 Go out walking in the godless freeze
 I've got a mind to kill
 But there's no people here so it's no thrill

But I can't find the sky
 I can't find the sea
 I can't find the people
 I guess the people can't find me

Solitary space
 I've been staring at the mirror's face
 Another perfect day
 It means nothing when you live this way

But I guess it's alright
 I guess it's okay
 I guess it's alright
 I guess it's got to be this way [bad word] visit soon
 Sure gets lonely living here on the moon