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 walles of the cave had finally faded

He put out his smoke and proceeded

Toward the lake repeating to himself

Everything beautiful is far away