There are men in shades just standing aroundnThese bleeding stars - the paradoxnLet the eyes of God be our guide nTo find a gentle pathnnThere's a broken record playing a tune nTo the floating waves of the antennasnAnd you were just a little guynAnd I was little toonnAnd everything is just floating freelynJust rocking around like a rocking horsenJust jiggling around like silly puttynAnd who are you and InnAnd you were looking at me smilingnThe aliens were just arrivingnWherever they are heading nextnSpeaking secret tounges