Subterranean Homesick Alien

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