From inside of the sea, a touch of the breeze
Bread is for man, hay is for the beast
Honey from a weed, for to make his mead
Grown sweet, from the bitter sea
He inhales the fragrance of the wilderness
Poor man's [?]

Scarlet to mars, bed of hay
Driftwood dries for the evening fire
How in the world did we get this far?
Driving around in our motorcars
Where in the world can we see the stars?
Hollywood, Greece or Mars
Onions for fish, a wish for a wish
Bread is for man, hay is for beast

Ever wine for his lunchtime
Beans for soup from his garden green
Weary feet after a day of heat
Bed of hay, scarlet to mars
Spine of the mountain, [?] green
How in the world did we get this far?
Driving around in our motorcars
Where in the world can we see the stars?
Hollywood, Greece or Mars

From a side of the sea, touch of the breeze
Bread is for man, hay is for the beast
Honey from a weed, for to make his mead
Grown sweet, from the bitter sea
Bread is for man, hay is for the beast

How in the world did we get this far?
Driving around in our motorcars
Where in the world can we see the stars?
Hollywood, Greece or Mars
How in the world did we get this far?