Mars

Some say There's a meaning to everything Some say That we're lucky to be in the ring Some say We're on a highway to hell and there's no hope Some say That the future is ours and it's no joke Eyes in the night sky So many questions Don't have the answers How will we learn our lessons? Is there a right side? History wants us Is this the joyride? Our reason to be? Are we going to Mars? Are we going to Mars? Mayday There's a planet in panic and pain Mayday Are we checking our losses and gains? Eyes on the night sky (for eons) So many questions (for eons) Don't have the answers When will we learn our lessons? Is there a right side (to be on?) History wants us (to be on?) Some kind of joyride Come down to Earth now Are we going to Mars? Are we going to Mars? Are we going to Mars? Are we going to Mars? If we can get it together before Armageddon We could engineer God but take a second When Nietzsche said He was dead, did we really lose touch? As we kill a blue ball for the red one Piecing together a puzzle like a pack of dogs Turning circles like a merry-go-round, merry- Go-round, merry-go-round Are we going? Are we going?