Apollo Eighteen

I wrote a note
Addressed to my mother, short and sweet
And it reads: I've got to go
There's so much of life I haven't seen

I swear there's a planet out there, a heavenly home
Where I'll carve my name in the stone
Where I can breathe in clean air
There's no need for a show
There's no wars fought for diamonds and gold

So I'll be gone when you wake up tomorrow
I'll be just another blip amongst the stars
Had to pack light or I would bring you along
Wish me luck on my long flight to Mars
Wish me luck on my long flight to Mars

Time will move slow
Slow in this quiet empty sea
A bird's eye view (ooh-ooh)
My younger brother turning thirty-three
Now he's older than me

But I know there's somewhere out there
Where I'll feel at home
A place where the bluejays roam
Yes, I know there's somewhere out there
This world is so cold, I get tired of layin' here alone

So I'll be gone when you wake up tomorrow
I'll be just another blip amongst the stars
Had to pack light or I would bring you along
Wish me luck on my long flight to Mars
Wish me luck on my long flight to Mars

Wish me luck on my long flight to Mars