She sits by the window, stares into the night
Just waiting for a foreign sound from outside
Far beyond the atmospheres
She is listening for a call
To take her homewards to her head
(alt. “…to herself”)
Oh, I love you so
He who’s master of the icy shots
Won’t harm you in the morning
She knows the travel will be hard
There between the stars
To carry on to Martian Homesick City

She is weeping silently but there’s not a tear
Just raindrops trickle from the padded ceiling
The dance of the foraging bee will number all the things
She has been longing for since she was young
I will not pass this night in vain, she says
I’ll stand this little rain, I know the way
(alt. “…I break the glass”)
I’ll find the path
Yes, Carol wants to go to Mars
Back, where the red-cold sun
Is sinking to the channels of A’Daar

Day breaks through the grating
Someone moves a chair
And sunlight blisters dazzling on a glass
Take a pill and greet the day
For sedative holidays
Why weren’t you sleeping at night?
Oh, I love you so
He who’s master of the icy shots
Won’t harm you till the evening
We shall meet tomorrow night
And I’ll kiss you just as tenderly
As Cygnus kissed the deserts…