Wipers Mars
When ours (or Mars) was the land We had a medicine man He longed into the night Then painted the desert skies We should understand The world as it stands Wish you were here Yeah
When ours (or Mars) was the land We gave the dust in the hand We went to the sky And wished this could be in ours eyes Our story we left in the sand We left it for the medicine man Wish you were here Oh yeah
