Way on out past Jupiter, Neptune swings on a giant string

Blue and all alone it goes a beautiful place well I suppose

Just a planet on its own a way out past the inhabitable zone

It can sing as it draws near through thick and muffled atmosphere.

	No one goes there on vacation
	No one calls it a sovereign nation
	No one there breaks the traffic laws 
	No one waits for Santa Clause
	No one visits white sand beaches
	Drinking tequila and eating peaches
	No one sends a post card from a small café 
	With a real steel drum. 

Far away when you look out into the stars and all about

The silence is as deep as this, the universe is like a kiss

Its unforgettable deep and true the way I always think of you

Alone with me upon the sand in that exotic distant land.

	No one goes there on vacation
	No one calls it a sovereign nation
	No one there breaks the traffic laws 
	No one waits for Santa Clause
	No one visits white sand beaches
	Wearing Bikinis and eating peaches
	No one sends a post card from a small café 
	With a real steel drum. 


I think of Neptune like a jewel in the bottom of an endless pool

With distance far and distance long the universe is like a song

Let’s go to Neptune for a while I don’t care if its not in style

We could be there all alone no not even a telephone.

        No one goes there on vacation
	No one calls it a sovereign nation
	No one there breaks the traffic laws 
	No one waits for Santa Clause
	No one visits white sand beaches
	Drinking tequila and eating peaches
	No one sends a post card from a small café 
	With a real steel drum. 

Written by Sara Hoxie. Song appeared on Waterfall Boy.