I Wouldn’t Call this Exile ‘Home’ - Lyrics

Signed up for adventure, left home on a Thursday.

Spent a year in training, felt like a month of Sundays.

Finally made it out, now I’m stranded here:

I wouldn’t call this exile ‘home’.


Stranded on a world mostly made of rocks,

I grow my food indoors, in a plastic dome that sucks.

I haven’t heard a word in more than sixteen months:

I wouldn’t call this exile ‘home’.


News flash: “But did the rocket crash??”

Readers polled: Is there Life on Mars?


This is what I get for wanting to be free

Of all the obligations life was sending me.

I’m stranded on a wasteland, it’s all I’ll ever see:

I wouldn’t call this exile ‘home’.


News flash: “But did the rocket crash??”

Readers polled: Is there Life on Mars?

News flash: “But did the rocket crash??”

Readers polled: Is there Life on Mars?

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