We used to lie on green, green grass,
And look up at the stars.
They used to sing a fine, fine tune
And we'd dream our way to Mars.

Tomorrow was a road laid out before us,
Waiting for our first step.
It promised to take us somewhere better
And smiling wide, we leapt.

But we'd so naively gone without a map
And our stubborn head can't take directions.
We've gone too far to go back,
Lost in thought, regrets and wrong decisions.

With aching feet and weary eyes,
We find ourselves in flat, gray land.
A land of deceitful, scheming liars
And greedy, bony hands.

People march on, emotionless
Like pale, faceless ghosts.
And whatever little burst of color,
Cannot be seen by most.

Now we lie on wilted grass
And look up at the fading stars.
The singing has dulled to a faint cry
And our dreams fall short of Mars.