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
it’s light across space
to my bird with no wings.