Woorden: Grandaddy. Everything Beautiful Is Far Away.

He just finished
Eating dinner
And stepped outside the cave to smoke
A cigarette he'd made
From rolled up photo paper
They were pictures of things back on earth
He looked out
On the grayish white expanse
Of uninhabited terrain
He now called home

He'd seen plenty
Mirages and imaginary visitors
Up until then
So he wasn't sure what to think when
He saw swans
And they were wading on the shores
Of a pale white lake
He had never seen there before
And it was quite beautiful
And it was far away
Cause everything beautiful is far away

He knew he was as good as gone
But gone was somewheres
He really didn't mind going to
Since the shuttle had crashed
Many years had passed
And the pictures of his loved ones
That he drew on the walls of the cave
Had finally faded
He put out his smoke
And proceeded towards the lake
Repeating to himself
Everything beautiful is far away.