In the morning that I go outside I will fly away,
I won't be found, you won't be found.
Like a rocket that is swept up high in the galaxies,
I will escape, I won't be found.
Folks run around like little ants,
Pining on their big, big plans.
We just wanna see Saturn's rings.
We just wanna see Saturn's rings.
Saw an ocean when I cleared my side,
It was caroling every truth that I ever wanted.
People talk about the way things land,
But my feet are cool in the water now,
It's all I ever wanted.
Folks run around like little ants,
Pining on their big, big plans.
We just wanna see Saturn's rings.
We just wanna see Saturn's rings.
They call it time,
They call it time.
We are all dying.
What's supposed to be dying?
They call it time,
They call it life.
We are all dying.
What's supposed to be dying?
Don't you ever think
Before you turn on the TV
And you're looking in the mirror
And the buzzard is asleep,
That it's sad to walk alone?
And you're afraid of getting older,
'Cause I'm afraid of getting older,
You're afraid of getting older,
Because the Earth is getting older.
Oh this is not an answer, just a call to wait,
Because I know where I'll go home.