Mars

Some say

There’s a meaning to everything

Some say

That we’re lucky to be in the ring

Some say

We’re on a highway and there’s no hope

Some say

That the future is ours and it’s no joke

Eyes in the night sky

So many questions

Don’t have the answers

How will we learn our lessons?

Is there a right side?

History wants us

Is this the joyride?

Our reason to be?

Are we going to Mars?

Are we going to Mars?

Are we going to Mars?

Are we going to Mars?

Mayday

There’s a planet in panic and pain

Mayday

Are we are we checking our losses and gains?

Eyes on the night sky (for eons)

So many questions (for eons)

Don’t have the answers

When will we learn our lessons?

Is there a right side (to be on?)

History wants us (to be on?)

Some kind of joyride (to be on?)

Come down to Earth now

Are we going to Mars?

Are we going to Mars?

Are we going to Mars?

Are we going to Mars?

If we can get it together before Armageddon

We could Engineer God but take a second

When Nietzsche said He was dead, did we really lose touch?

As we kill a blue ball for the red one

Piecing together a puzzle like a pack of dogs

Turning circles like a merry-go-round, merry-go-round, merry-go-round

Are we going?

Are we going?