Well it’s six ‘o clock on a Friday night
Kickin’ back and home alone
It’s been a long long week working’ day in and out
Got my friends on the phone
They say hey there friend come on over our place
Hang ’till we see the day
Hurry up and don’t be late buddy
But then I heard them say
We’re going on a trip, going on a trip
Going on a trip tonight
Going on a trip, going on a trip
Going on a trip to Mars
Sitting around the apartment floor
There’s something more in store
They whip out squares of paper and glass
And bags of funny grass
Taking a toke and passing around
Loosing all self control
The night has begun and they’re asking me
Hey man you wanna try some?
We’re going on a trip, going on a trip
Going on a trip tonight
Going on a trip, going on a trip
Going on a trip to Mars
I’ve thought for the longest time
That I don’t need to live my life
On some illusion to pass it by
The pleasure’s only fleeting
And not true happiness
But do I need to do this
just because they are my friends?
No!
We’re going on a trip, going on a trip
Going on a trip tonight
Going on a trip, going on a trip
Going on a trip to Mars
We’re going on a trip, going on a trip
Going on a trip tonight
Going on a trip, going on a trip
Going on a trip to Mars
I think I’ll just go work for NASA
© Kristian Veech 2015
Kristian Veech 