Sunday morning with the New York Times ^Em The sun is shining in my penthouse suite ^D My lady love laid down some lines ^C They reach from Culver Beach to Easy Street ^G

Before the mirror you apply your cream ^Em Cosmetic secrets of eternal youth ^D There's something the matter, it's just a bad dream ^C I know you'd leave me if you knew the ^Emtruth ^G

I might as well be on Mars ^Em ^EmI might as well be on Mars ^DOnly the stars mean anything to ^Cyou ^G I might as well be on Mars ^Em ^EmI might as well be on Mars ^DI'm already that far away from ^Cyou ^Am

We lead such a sweet ex^Emistence ^Am But I'm reaching out to you in ^Emvain ^Am You're disappearing in the ^Emdistance Of this ^Dalien ter^Crain ^G

I might as well be on Mars ^Em ^EmI might as well be on Mars ^DOnly the stars mean anything to ^Cyou ^G I might as well be on Mars ^Em ^EmI might as well be on Mars ^DI'm already that far away from ^Cyou

Monday night, another day goes by ^Em Your voice keeps telling me that life is sweet ^D I watch your star flash into the sky ^C Crash down to earth again on Easy ^EmStreet ^G

I might as well be on Mars ^Em ^EmI might as well be on Mars ^DOnly the stars mean anything to ^Cyou ^G I might as well be on Mars ^Em ^EmI might as well be on Mars ^DI'm already that far away from ^Cyou ^G

Strawbs - Might as well be on mars