He just finished eating dinner
And stepped outside the cave to smoke
A cigarette he made from rolled up photo paper.
They were pictures of things back on earth.
He looked out on a greyish white expanse
On uninhabited terrain he now called home.

He'd seen plenty of mirages and imaginary visitors
Up until then so he wasn't sure what to think when
He saw swans, and they were wading
On the shores of a pale white lake
That he'd never seen before.
And it was quite beautiful,
and it was far away,
Cause everything beautiful is far away.

He knew he was as good as gone,
But gone was somewhere he really didn't mind going to.
Since the shuttle had crashed many years had passed
And the pictures of his loved ones
That he drew on the walls of the cave had finally faded.
He put out his smoke and proceeded
Toward the lake repeating to himself,
Everything beautiful is far away.