There are men in shades just standing around
These bleeding stars - the paradox
Let the eyes of God be our guide
To find a gentle path

There's a broken record playing a tune
To the floating waves of the antennas
And you were just a little guy
And I was little too

And everything is just floating freely
Just rocking around like a rocking horse
Just jiggling around like silly putty
And who are you and I

And you were looking at me smiling
The aliens were just arriving
Wherever they are heading next
Speaking secret tounges