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.