C F C F
C F
there are men in shades just standing around
C F
these bleeding stars, the paradox
C F
let the eyes of god be our guide to find a
G
gentle path
C F
there's a broken record playing a tune
C F
to the floating waves of the antennas
C F
and you were just a little guy
G
and i was little too
C F C F C F G C F G
C F
and everything is just floating freely just
C F
rocking around like a rocking horse just
C F
jiggling around like silly putty and who
G
are you and i?
C F
and you were looking at me smiling
C F
the aliens were just arriving
C F G
wherever they are headed next speaking secret tongues.
