Earth is getting old
Or is it me?
I tried to be lost at sea
But that isn't me
I tried to get 'Into The Wild'
But it's not my style
Haven't been out in a while
I'm just cruising aisles
I feel cocooned
My earth is doomed
So I'll pack my things
I'm leaving soon
I'm moving to Neptune
I'll write a book
Of things I've never said
And when I'm dead
I'll be praised then
When I'm up in Neptune
I'll bring my things
The things that remind me
That there's a piece of me
In all my things in Neptune
I feel cocooned
My earth is doomed
So I'll pack my things
I'm leaving soon
I'm moving to Neptune
And when I'm dead
There'll be things said
But baby, don't hear a word
Just refer to me on Neptune
Home
I wanna go home
I wanna go home
I wanna go home
I wanna go home