Walking down a sunny street to the library
 Checking out the latest books on outer space
 Going to the fruit stand to buy a dozen oranges
 Then she and the books and the oranges go back to her place

 She tells the same old story to everyone that she knows
 She's just sitting in her room reading books about UFOs

 Sometimes I see her sitting on the rooftop
 Perched in a lawnchair and staring into the sky
 I know that somewhere in some faraway galaxy
 That some gray men with telescopes are gazing right into her eyes

 Her live revolves around all of the planets
 And she is constantly aware of all the changes that occur
 I'm going to turn into a lens and focus all my attention
 On finding a new planet and naming it right after her