Call on them when you’re lonely
Call on me when you’re destitute
Uncovered a thousand riddles
None of them have mattered
Saving space
Saving me for you
Saving grace
Gets ugly and lonely too
Never thought I’d feel destitute
Opened up my hands
And wondered where it all went to
Saving space
Saving me for you
Saving grace
Maybe I’ll see you on Mars
Only the Martians can understand
The merry-go-round stops at Mars
When you’re reaching for the Moon
Dancing horses on the carousel
Can only take you so far
When you’re out of tune
A thousand times, I’m sorry
I’ll see you later; I hope you’re okay too
There’s dust in all the corners boy
Well, what else is new?
Saving space
Saving me for you
Saving grace
Maybe I’ll see you on Mars
Maybe I’ll see you on Mars
Maybe I’ll see you on Mars