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  up above aliens hover making home movies for the folks back 
Home of all these wierd creatures who lock up their spirits drill 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 on board their beautiful ship show me the world as i'd love to see it 
 i'd tell all my friends but they'd never believe they'd think that i'd finally 
Lost it completely  i'd show them the stars and meaning of life  they'd shut 
Me away  but i'd be alright  i'm just uptight