Dear IO

Dear IO, I heard about your position In the coldest reaches of space Reading your bio, I know you've had it hard A red life lost in a blaze And you know the stars above you Find their way Oh, but you are so small You shouldn't be volcanic at a-a-a-a-all Dear IO, I heard about your condition But there are no doctors in space I wouldn't hurry, so long as you're revolving Prime time fades away And you know the stars above you Find their way Oh, but you are so small You shouldn't be volcanic at a-a-a-a-all Dear IO And you know the stars above you Find their way Oh, but you are so small You shouldn't be volcanic at a-a-a-a-all Dear IO, I heard about your position In the coldest reaches of space