I’m Driving to Mars

Tonight I don’t care about the stars

I’m going so fast

I’m driving to Mars

With a bag on the side

Filled with clothes, shoes and bras

with pop music so high

in a road with no cars.

’cause Mars is just there

I’m racing against the wind

and tonight I don’t care

about words, thoughts or things,

and I had heard,

that the moon ought to bring

its’ light across space

to my bird with no wings.