Lyrics: Samuel Ronan Goin
Music: Samuel Ronan Goin
Out here I got no one,
so the dead tone on the radio sure does come in clear
Tend the flower on Luna’s grave,
you ain’t burying me I'm still alive in hell out here
If I ever catch the shuttle back home,
I’m never looking up at the stars no more, sweet dear
Stars comin’ up, Sun’s goin’ down,
moon’s pushing and pulling me back around
Wasting away in this waning ghost town,
Orion ande I are gonna have a shootout
I’m never looking up at the stars no more I’ve been found
If I ever catch the shuttle back home,
Satellite wrangling I’m a one man show,
catch me in the sky with a lasso in tow
If I ever catch the shuttle back home,
I’m never looking up at the stars no more, I know
I’d be the only man to make it back from mars, darling
Laugh at the moon, spit at the stars,
Baby don’t you worry about me,
I ain’t doin’ much now but rambling
If I ever catch the shuttle back home,
I’m never looking up at the stars no more, sweet thing