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He just finished eating dinner |
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And stepped outside the cave to smoke |
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A cigarette he made from rolled up photo paper |
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They were pictures of things back on earth |
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He looked out on a grayish white expanse |
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On uninhabited terrain he now called home |
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He'd seen plenty of mirages and imaginary visitors |
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Up until then, so he wasn't sure what to think when |
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He saw swans and they were wading on the shores of a pale white lake |
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That he'd never seen before |
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And it was quite beautiful and it was far away' |
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Cause everything beautiful is far away |
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He knew he was as good as gone |
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Gone was somewhere he really didn't mind going to |
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Since the shuttle had crashed many years had passed |
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And the pictures of his loved ones |
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That he drew on the walls of the cave had finally faded |
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He put out his smoke and proceeded toward the lake repeating to himself |
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Everything beautiful is far away |
