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