Mother Hips

The Cosmonaut

Mother Hips


Yes its true we are worried about him 
The loneliness is outrageous. 
We've asked him a series of questions, 
But his answer never changes 

Who taught you how to play solitaire? 
I can't remember that, 

And when's the last time you put a comb through your hair? 
I really, really don't care about that. 
At all 

He can see you and touch you and claim to have met you 
But we all agree that he'll never get you 
He is the one, who has no conviction 
He is the victim of everyone else's opinion 

And he is she, and she is we, and we is me, and me is you 
His radio is broken and there is nothing left to do. 
He's the cosmonaut, The cosmonaut 
He spending his time on his own a lot 
The cosmonaut, The cosmonaut 
It's causing him not to be easily talked to by anyone 
Please talk to me, 
Talk to me