Sunday morning with the New York Times Sun is shining in my penthouse suite My lady love laid down some lines They reach from Culver Beach to Easy Street Before the mirror you apply your cream Cosmetic secret of eternal youth There's something the matter, no it's just a bad dream I knew you'd leave me if you knew the truth I might as well be on Mars I might as well be on Mars Only the stars mean anything to you I might as well be on Mars I might as well be on Mars I'm already that far away from you We lead such a sweet existence But I'm reaching out to you in vain You're disappearing in the distance Of this alien terrain Of this alien terrain Sunday morning with the New York Times Sun is shining in my penthouse suite My lady love laid down some lines Miami Beach to Easy street Monday night, another day goes by Your voice is telling me that life is sweet You watch your star flash into the sky Fall to Earth again on Easy Street I might as well be on Mars I might as well be on Mars Only the stars mean anything to you I might as well be on Mars I might as well be on Mars I'm already that far away from you I'm already that far away from you I'm already that far away from you I'm already that far away I'm already that far away I'm already that far away (I might as well be on Mars) I'm already that far away I'm already that far away (I might as well be on Mars) I'm already that far away I'm already that far away (I might as well be on Mars) I'm already that far away (I might as well be on Mars) I'm already that far away (I might as well be on Mars) I'm already that far away (I might as well be on Mars) I'm already that far away