Friends

Friends
 If the lord ever comes
 Descending from the skies in some fiery fashion
 As so many say he will
 You will not see me
 Going joyously to greet him expecting my deliverance
 But running for the hills
 For if such a day should come to pass
 This is no God come to save the human race
 But a big boat, like the ones our forefathers sailed
 Having made it across the great ocean to our shores
 From outer space
 And friends
 When that boat finally comes
 Ascending from the depths of our imagination
 To appear within our sight
 We'll be born again
 As we've been so many times all throughout the ages
 When we find that we're not right
 And with darkness lifted from our eyes
 Then we'll find what should come as no surprise
 We're on a big boat like the ones our forefathers sailed
 Headed across the great ocean from our shores
 To outer space