I'd Like Your Hair Long And Laid On To The Ground

You'd Prefer An Astronaut

Someone To Relate To And Someone To Command

And I Would Be A Simple Man

I Could Hardly Wait For My Stars To Fall In Line

And Synchronize And Shine

A Wasted String Of Years, And A Wasted String Of Lies

It's Still The Same To Me

It's A Waste Of A Song

You're A Waste Of My Lungs

It's A Waste Of A Song

I'd Like Your Face Gone And In Its Place The Sun

And I Would Be An Astronaut

For I Have Come To Surface To Catch Some Light And Feed

And I Have Everything I Need

And I Could Hardly Wait For My Stars To Fall In Line

And Synchronize And Shine

A Wasted String Of Years, And A Wasted String Of Lies

You're Still The Same To Me

You're A Waste Of A Song

You're A Waste Of My Lungs

It's A Waste Of A Song