Might As Well Be On Mars

Sunday morning with the New York Times

The sun is shining in my penthouse suite

My lady love laid down some lines

They reach from Culver Beach to Easy Street

Before the mirror you apply your cream

Cosmetic secrets of eternal youth

There's something the matter, it's just a bad dream

I knew you'd leave me if you knew the truth.

I might as well be on Mars

I might as well be on Mars

Only the stars mean anything to you

I might as well be on Mars

I might as well be on Mars

I'm already that far away from you.

We lead such a sweet existence

But I'm reaching out to you in vain

You're disappearing in the distance

Of this alien terrain.

Monday night, another day goes by

Your voice keeps telling me that life is sweet

I watch your star flash into the sky

Crash down to earth again on Easy Street.