Wednesday evening at five o'clock's when his day begins
Silently closing the basement door
Tuning-in re-runs he hopes they'll play more

He goes up-stairs to the bathroom clutching his wankerchief
Quietly pressing the doorknob-key
Stepping inside fantasies


He
(He gave up all of real life)
Is still at
(Sacrificed all of real life)
Home
(He lives a Star Trek life inside his mind)

He's still at home
Though he's been fully grown
For so many years


Father snores as his wife gets into her dressing gown
Hears Captain Kirk from the basement stairs
Smiles to herself, knows her son is down there

She calls down, and says to her grown son,
"Baby, which show is on?"

Her son replies to her breathlessly,
"It's Episode Twenty-Three!"


He
(He never thought of himself...)
Is still at
(...as more than a basement-elf)
Home
(He struggles hard to learn all of Spock's lines)

He's still at home
Though he's been fully grown
For so many years


Friday evening at nine o'clock his mind's far away
Mentally keeps the appointment he made
Dreaming of Captain Kirk's latest babe


He
(He has no clue that it's wrong...)
Is having
(...to mooch off parents so long)
Fun
(Fun is the drug for this old lonely guy)

He'll stay inside
And with Star Trek abide
For so many years

He's
Still
At home,
Shy guy...