Sunday morning with the New York Times
Sun is shining in my penthouse suite
My lady love laid down some lines
They reach from Culver Beach to Easy Street
Before the mirror you apply your cream
Cosmetic secret of eternal youth
There's something the matter, no it's just a bad dream
I knew you'd leave me if you knew the truth
I might as well be on Mars
I might as well be on Mars
Only the stars mean anything to you
I might as well be on Mars
I might as well be on Mars
I'm already that far away from you
We lead such a sweet existence
But I'm reaching out to you in vain
You're disappearing in the distance
Of this alien terrain
Of this alien terrain
Sunday morning with the New York Times
Sun is shining in my penthouse suite
My lady love laid down some lines
Miami Beach to Easy street
Monday night, another day goes by
Your voice is telling me that life is sweet
You watch your star flash into the sky
Fall to Earth again on Easy Street
I might as well be on Mars
I might as well be on Mars
Only the stars mean anything to you
I might as well be on Mars
I might as well be on Mars
I'm already that far away from you
I'm already that far away from you
I'm already that far away from you
I'm already that far away
I'm already that far away
I'm already that far away
(I might as well be on Mars)
I'm already that far away
I'm already that far away
(I might as well be on Mars)
I'm already that far away
I'm already that far away
(I might as well be on Mars)
I'm already that far away
(I might as well be on Mars)
I'm already that far away
(I might as well be on Mars)
I'm already that far away
(I might as well be on Mars)
I'm already that far away