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 headed next
speaking secret tongues