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.
and up above
aliens hover
making home movies
for the folks back home,
of all these weird creatures
who lock up their spirits,
through 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 onboard their beautiful ship
show me the world as i\'d love to see it
i tell all my friends
but they never believe me
they\'d think that i finally lost it completely
i show them the stars
and the meaning of life
they\'d shut me away
but i\'ll be all right
all right
