'Cause everything beautiful is far away
He saw swans and they were wading on the shores of a pale white lake
He put out his smoke and proceeded toward the lake repeating to himself
That he drew on the walls of the cave had finally faded
And stepped outside the cave to smoke
They were pictures of things back on earth
Up until then, so he wasn't sure what to think when
He looked out on a grayish white expanse
Gone was somewhere he really didn't mind going to
On uninhabited terrain he now called home
And the pictures of his loved ones
A cigarette he made from rolled up photo paper
He knew he was as good as gone
And it was quite beautiful and it was far away
Since the shuttle had crashed many years had passed
He'd seen plenty of mirages and imaginary visitors
That he'd never seen before
