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