A L I E N S sing and play along

We were just about to lose our home,

diamonds ate the radio.

Moving in the dead of night.

We took photographs, just some, just so

history's someone to know.

We were moving at the speed of flight.

Kids, cry if you

want to, that's alright.

If you want to hold

me, hold me tight.

Just an alien.

We were hovering without a home,

millions are U.F.O.

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

me, call this line.'

Just an alien.

Just an alien.

Oh, we just want to get home again.

(Tell your lead er,

a or ma'am,

'we come peace,

we mean harm.')

Somewhere out there,

in the unknown,

all the E.T.s

are phoning home.

Watching my life

on the skyline,

crossing your eyes

for a lifetime.

(Just an ali Moving target,

target movement.

A patch, a corner

of the spacetime.

Turning t'ward it,

turning pages.

Over Asia,

crossing ages.

Just an alien.

Oh, we just want to get home again.