we were just about to lose our home
diamonds ate the radio
we were moving in the dead of night
we took photographs
just some just so
history has someone to know
we were moving at the speed of flight
kids cry
if you
want to,
that’s alright
and if you
want to
hold me,
hold me tight

just an alien

we were hovering without a home
millions are UFO
hovering in hope some scope tonight
sees the light
and says
fly if you
want to
that’s alright
but if you
want to
call on me,
call this line
just an alien
just an alien
we just want to go home
tell your leader
sir, ma’am
we come in peace
we mean no harm

somewhere out there in the unknown
all the ET’s phoning home;

watching my life
on the skyline
crossing your eyes
for a lifetime
moving target
target movement
a patch a corner
of the spacetime
turning toward us
turning pages
over asia
crossing ages
moving target
target movement
moments later
form a lifetime