Planetary waiting

Planets bud, on this splendid day, Though Pluto’s not fond of me, may I still say, Would Neptune accompany us to a place in a quaint town? Where the only path leads downward, to what’s been written down. No bathroom in sight, nor a sink to cleanse, The water from Mars, does it make any sense? Does it make any sense? Shall we wait until tomorrow? Shall we wait until tomorrow? You argue that wealth isn’t everything, true, But could Jupiter survive, not a coin to accrue? Do you believe Saturn can sustain its throne, Oh, my dear, I question it, all on my own. Does it make any sense? Does it make any sense? Will you wait until Uranus, Uranus, wait until tomorrow? Planets bud, on this splendid day, Though Pluto’s not fond of me, may I still say, Would Neptune accompany us to a place in a quaint town? Where the only path leads downward, to what’s been written down. No bathroom in sight, nor a sink to cleanse, The water from Mars, does it make any sense? Does it make any sense? Shall we wait until tomorrow? Shall we wait until tomorrow? You argue that wealth isn’t everything, true, But could Jupiter survive, not a coin to accrue? Do you believe Saturn can sustain its throne, Oh, my dear, I question it, all on my own. Does it make any sense? Does it make any sense? Will you wait until Uranus, Uranus, wait until tomorrow?