i'd like your hair long and ladeled to the ground    but you'd prefer an astronaut    someone to relate to and someone to command    and i would be a simple man    i could hardly wait for my stars to fall in line    and synchronize and shine    a wasted string of years, and a wasted string of lies    it's still the same to me    it's a waste of a song    you're a waste of my lungs    it's a waste of a song    i'd like your face gone and in its place the sun    and i would be an astronaut    for i have come to surface to catch some light and feed    and i have everything i need    and i could hardly wait for my stars to fall in line    and synchronize and shine    a wasted string of years, and a wasted string of lies    you're still the same to me    you're a waste of a song    you're a waste of my lungs    it's a waste of a song