A Strange Place

Space and rockets, fuel aglow
The Earth receding, down below
To the heavens, traveling far
To distant worlds, to distant stars

Mars and Venus, targets now, exploring just like Daniel Boone.
If we’re lucky, in our nineties, we’ll be living on the moon.
Won’t be chasing Earthly notions, we’ll be trav’ling outer space
And in concert, from a station, all guitars and heavy bass.

Poison gasses on the planet, cannot stay here, must retreat
Barren wasteland, and no power, overcoming self-defeat
Frigid winters, searing summers, atmosphere? There’s none to breathe!
On the surface, won’t survive there, we must find it underneath.

Planetwide we cannot survive
Spaceward air is bleeding fast
Only hope for staying alive
Is to return to Earth at last.

So our journey, once begun, is ending now in failure, too.
Galaxies that have been calling, must be left to a future you.
Will we see that in our future, will our nineties e’er reveal
Will the world’s secrets open, those that now are still concealed.

Attributed to: ‘A Strange Place’ Music by I Mall and Osgood Martin. Lyrics written by I Mall, Spike Jones, Isaac Daly, Osgood Martin. February , 1973.

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