I missed the train to Mars, I’ll go out back and count the stars
You’ll not find me at work, in bed,
I think I’m finally broke
You bring me everything you want, and nothing that I need
You thought I’d be there holding daisies
I always waited for you.
I thinks I missed the train to Mars, I’ll be out back counting stars.
I was found out back sitting naked looking up and looking dead.
With a crumpled yellow piece of paper, with seven nines and tens.
You thought I’d be there holding daisies, I always wait for you
I made the train to Mars, I’ll be gone back counting stars