Well, they lit up the sky with fire and steel, Alona said, “Mars is the next big deal.” He left behind the world he knew, Said, “I’ll build a city with a perfect view.” The engines roared, the crowd all cheered, But space don’t care for pride or fear. The Martian dust, it don’t make plans, It don’t bow down to no man’s hands. Oh, Alona, where’d your money go? Ain’t no stocks where the cold winds blow. You reached for the stars, now the stars look away, And the whole world laughs while you fade away. Well, the first few weeks, he talked real proud, Said, “Mars’ll be great,” said it right out loud. But the air was thin, and the food ran low, And the circuits fried in the solar glow. He called to Earth, but they cut the line, Said, “Man, you’re on your own this time.” No bailout’s comin’, no rescue flight, Just the endless red and the long cold night. Oh, Alona, where’d your money go? Ain’t no stocks where the cold winds blow. You reached for the stars, now the stars look away, And the whole world laughs while you fade away. Back on Earth, they raised their glass, “No more tweets, no more sass.” The markets climbed, the sky was blue, No one missed the man they knew. The papers read, "A tragic loss," But no one cared for a Martian boss. Just another king who aimed too high, Trapped in the place where rich men die. Oh, Alona, where’d your future go? Ain’t no dreams where the red dust blows. You reached for the stars, now the stars look away, And the whole world laughs while you fade away. So let that be a lesson, son, You can ride the rocket, you can chase the sun. But space is cold, and the void don’t care, And once you’re gone, you ain’t nowhere.
