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