Space Travel Is Boring

Won herself a pa*s to some far off moon It was second cla*s but what's to lose And looking out her window she could more than a*sume That you can't see air or time She's the only rocketeer in the whole damn place They gave her a mirror so she could talk to her face She still got plenty lonely but that's just isn't the case With time, time, time Started hearing voices sometime in June She knew she could go crazy but didn't think that soon Now she doesn't feel lonely but she'd just as soon Try, try, try Man shot to the moon I bought a paperback and want to go real soon I'm shot to the moon Been there a half an hour, I want to come home soon