You packed up your things,

Your leaving today,

There’ll be no diamond rings,

Or good things to say,

You tried to pretend,

You were planning to stay,

You tried till the end,

Now you’re going away

 

I wouldn’t try,

To even explain,

Some things just don’t,

Work out our way,

 

And we built factories,

To finance our wars,

We cut down the trees,

And we fuel-fed our cars,

We had to all have our way,

We never noticed the scars,

But it will all be O.K.,

When we finally get back,

When we get back to Mars.

 

(Harmonica)

 

I wouldn’t try,

To even explain,

Some things just don’t,

Work out our way,

 

And we built factories,

To finance our wars,

We cut down the trees,

And we fuel-fed our cars,

We had to all have our way,

We never noticed the scars,

But it will all be O.K.,

When we finally get back,

When we get back to Mars,

When we get back to Mars,

When we finally get back,

When we get back to Mars.