Venus is waiting in the wings now
For another opportunity with Mars
She incensed him by calling him a stagehand
Under the stars
If I was a forty thousand-year-old iceman
And I saw you come walking off a plane
I would definitely ask you out to dinner
How's later tonight
Later tonight it's a wild place
With its own color and taste
Later tonight has a mind of its own
And no direction home
If I was a forty thousand-year-old iceman
Stranded in a chunk of permafrost
And I saw you walking around the airport
I'd come back to life
And of all the million ways to miss you
And of all the times I've heard us say goodbye
To see you finally and to kiss you
Later tonight
Later tonight it's a wild place
With its own color and taste
Later tonight has a mind of its own
And no direction home