[Verse 1]
From inside of the sea, a touch of the breeze
Bread  is to man, like hay is to beast
Honey  from a weed, for to make his mead
Grown sweet from the bitter seed
He inhales the fragrance of the wilderness
Four  men step upon Queen Anne's lace
Scarlet  to Mars, bed of hay
Driftwood dries for the evening fire

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
Onions  for fish, a wish for a wish
Bread is to man, hay is to beast
Amber 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, marbled green
Honey from a weed, for to make his mead
[Chorus]
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

[Verse 3]
From inside of the sea, a touch of the breeze
Bread is to man, like hay is to beast
Honey from a weed, for to make his mead
Grown sweet from the bitter seed
Bread is to man, like hay is to beasty

[Chorus]
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?