He just finished eating dinner   And stepped outside the cave to smoke   A cigarette he made from rolled up photo paper   They were pictures of things back on earth   He looked out on a grayish white expanse   On uninhabited terrain he now called home      He'd seen plenty of mirages and imaginary visitors   Up until then, so he wasn't sure what to think when   He saw swans and they were wading on the shores of a pale white lake   That he'd never seen before   And it was quite beautiful and it was far away   'Cause everything beautiful is far away      He knew he was as good as gone   Gone was somewhere he really didn't mind going to   Since the shuttle had crashed many years had passed   And the pictures of his loved ones   That he drew on the walls of the cave had finally faded   He put out his smoke and proceeded toward the lake repeating to himself   Everything beautiful is far away