Postcards From Mars - Still Trying

Sitting down on the good old bench
smoking cigarettes in the patio again
but I haven't seen enough to die
the rest of the world still waits outside

Shooting stars in the sky up above
looking for a way to call it all off
No one knows where I'll be going
Gonna lock myself up in a barn in the meadow

No I'm still trying to move myself
and die a happy man
No yup, no beast, no saint
just a bowl where I can mess it up again

You see I still try to evolve myself
to live on another land
No yup, no beast, no saint
just a house where I can build it up again

Sitting down on the good old bench
I'm having a blast in the patio again
I guess it's still the same when I'm an old man