Lovers in Space

T-Bone - guitars, vox; Funkdaddy - keys, bass, vox; Pirate - drums; Lou - lead vox
Featuring Mike Sirkin, alto sax; Billy DiCicco, trumpet; Rob Wasilauski, trombone

Jumping on the things each other said...oh, what a mess
A sticky, drawn-out divorce would be the best without contest
Two astrophysic psyches in emotional duress
Timed their breakup at a time of interplanetary stress

A smaller scale projectile from the Jovian festoon
In an inner-orbit spiral aimed to impact with our moon
Their differences would have to wait until tomorrow afternoon,
Or else tomorrow afternoon there'll be a pole-to-pole monsoon

CHORUS:
They are lovers love each other, they're just two lovers in space
If they were good at what they did they'd have never reunited
And basked in love requited 'til the end of the world

Never touched the kitchen they were always on a mission
To pull God's holy man from the shit can
Never talked things through, always focused on the thing to do
Now out here all alone they wondered why they were mad

They overshot a day with nothing much to let them know
The Earth once occupied this space save a few stars through the haze
Working hard to stop it stopped the life they shared it isn't fair
That the fate of man came first before their cares

CHORUS:
They are lovers love each other estranged they're just lovers in space
No matter what they do as long as they're united
They'll always be together from the rest of the world

A trans-magnetic polar tube could blow the hellfire rock
To Timbuktu instead they thought they'd better sacrifice the moon
Or a compound of iron, lead and sulfur fused in zero gravity
Releases energy to knock the comet from fatal trajectory
However in the cold of space they began to understand
That what they hated in each other was the rest of man

CHORUS:
They are lovers love each other, estranged lovers, they're two lovers in space
No matter what they do, they'll always be together till the end of time

Now they could give each other Luna blessed goddess, timid moon
And repopulate the solar system in a glass balloon
Love and hate and getting dates are an image of the past
Their bubble dome and astro-love will make sure
Mankind lasts

CHORUS

If you think you got it bad, baby ya don't look mad, think of those lovers in space