I'd like your hair long and ladled to the ground,
You'd prefer an astronaut.
Someone to relate to and someone to command,
And I will be a simple man.

I could hardly wait for my stars to fall in line,
And synchronize and shine.
A wasted string of years and a wasted string of lies,
It's still the same to me.

It's a waste of a song.
It's a waste of a song.
You're a waste of my lungs.
It's a waste of a song.

I'd like your face gone and in its place the sun,
And I will be an astronaut
For I have come to surface to catch some light and feed,
And I have everything I need.

And I could hardly wait for my stars to fall in line,
And synchronize and shine.
A wasted string of years and a wasted string of lies,
You're still the same to me.

You're a waste of a song.
You're a waste of my lungs.
It's a waste of a song.

It's a waste of a song.
You're a waste of my lungs.
You're a waste of a song.