Subterranean Homesick Alien

The breath of the morning i keep

Forgetting the smell of the warm summer air

I live in a town where you can't smell

A thing you watch your feet for cracks

In the pavement up above aliens hover

Making home movies for the folks back

Home of all these wierd creatures

Who lock up their spirits drill holes in

Themselves and live for their secrets

They're all uptight

I wish that they'd swoop down in a

Country lane late at night when i'm driving

Take me on board their beautiful ship

Show me the world as i'd love to see it

I'd tell all my friends but they'd

Never believe they'd think that i'd finally

Lost it completely i'd show them the

Stars and meaning of life they'd shut

Me away but i'd be alright i'm just uptight