In Texas there is a bayou.
Cross that bayou there is a highway.
Down the highway there is a town called Houston.

On Mars there is a red sky and beneath it there are no blue eyes.

Below me there is a table.

And the table is cold as ice.
(My elbows on the table are as cold as ice.)
Through the screen door there is a bug light.

(I see a bug light.)
On the wireless there is a ballgame.
(On the wireless...)

While on Mars there are no women.
And as well there are no gray skies.
On Mars there are no women.

And as well there are no gray skies.

At NASA they build the rockets and they need a place to go.

(They need a new place.)
While I know that someone once lived here.
(And I know someone like you once lived here.)

Now I cannot recall who.
(Who?)


On Mars there is a red sky and beneath it there are no blue eyes.

In Texas there is a bayou.

Cross the bayou there is a highway.
Down the highway there is a town called Houston.
On Mars there are no women and as well there are no gray skies.

Ever.

Mars has no women.

Mars has no women.
Mars has no women.
Ever.