She's in a pod form Mars
In a drunken orbit
No way to stop the spinning
When you're halfway
Across the universe
She's in a UFO now
Part guest, part hostage
She's agreed to all the terms
But she doesn't know
Exactly what they are
She's a hundred and fifty-seven
Days late I guess it's time to embrace
There's a diamond growing in a sweet
Potato, it's a baby yam
It's an almond joy
He's standing on the bow of the
Santa Maria not afraid or even
Conscious of the endlessness that is
The sea