On Cassiopeia's Watch

In the back of cars
Midnight to noon
We ride by the stars
And right to the moon

The heaters warm us
As we pass the sun
Under the Heavenly opus
The fun's just begun

An Earth lit caper
Across Venus' hills
Your skin seems like paper
My hands are like quills

Happy we tarry
Then off to big red
And the space now is nary
Between yours and my head

Key in ignition
We drive back past the moon
So full of ambition
To make again this trip soon