As I board a creaky old seven-thirty-seven on my way to who knows where,
I ask myself the question, "Do I really want to know or care?"
Not to Cleveland, or Boise, or Oakland. Don't send me please
`Cause, Lunar City Seven, is where I want to be.
Yes, Lunar City Seven, is where I want to be.
On earth, the weather is always getting me down.
On earth, it seems I everyday ware a frown.
The sky is hazy, water murky, stuffy is the air,
the moon is so crisp and clean, I want to be there.
Lunar City Seven, is the place I want to be.
Never any weather and the sunlight is free.
Lunar City Seven is more that rock, dirt and sky.
Going to other places makes me question why.
Two weeks of daylight and no smog in you eye.
Off to Lunar City Seven,
and not even waving goodbye.
There's other people going there, I'm not the only one.
Homeless pushing shopping carts, sleeping in the sun.
Can you hear the herds silent migration call?
"Come to Lunar City Seven, we'll all have a ball.
`Cause,
Lunar City Seven, is where I want to be.
Never any weather and the sunlight is free.
Come with me, you'll in joy yourself,
you'll might even come to stay
Come to Lunar City Seven with me,
like I do, everyday.