and there was a young girl who heard 'bout mars
the planet the final frontier
there's too many light years to reach the stars
but mars it is pretty much here
but going to mars is for grown up folk
and she she is only a girl
there's more than a decade 'til she can vote
she can't understand Montesquieu
it's all well and good to think I'll be cool
in fifteen or twenty years time
but Nietzsche's great men don't just stand and drool
they cause things to happen and now
even if close it is far away
it's further than you'll get in cars
she thought: "you will lose if you falter and stray
I'm writing a letter to mars"
Dear Mars are you hanging on
I know you get awfully cold
I can't understand minus 133
but when it's cold I wear a coat and scarf
and Mars I hope you're fine
and you have water now
and life will find a way
rarely if ever things go to mars
unprecedented a letter
but the post man that got it was also an astronaut
things couldn't get any better
but if you believe that it found the shore
I hope that you're not very old
or life has some unpleasant truths in store
the only way forward is gold