she sits by the window, stares into the night    just waiting for a foreign sound from outside    far beyond the atmospheres,    she is listening for a call to take her homewards    to herself    oh, i love you so    he who's master of the icy shots won't harm you in the morning    she knows that the pavement's hard, there between the stars    to travel on to martian homesick city    she is weeping silently but there's not a tear    just raindrops falling from the painted ceiling    the dance of the foraging bee will number all the things    she has been longing for all of her life    i will not pass this night in vain, she says    i'll stand this kind of rain    i know the way, i'll find the path    yes, carol wants to go to mars,    back where the red-cold sun is sinking    to the channels of a'daar    day breaks through the grating    someone moves a chair    and sunlight blisters dazzling on a glass    take a pill and greet the day for sedative holidays    why aren't you sleeping in the night    oh, i love you so    he who's master of the icy shots won't harm you till the evening    we shall meet tomorrow night    and i'll kiss you just as tenderly as cygnus kissed the deserts