Six-lane highway running up to my back door
But it wont take me where I want to be
I took the I-95 down to Pensacola
All I found was a bunch of holyrollers
The dont know nothing about saving me
I swear theyre out there,
I swear, I swear theyre out there,
I swear, I swear theyre out there,
I swear, maybe angels, maybe angels
Down here I feel like a citizen of nowhere
My bags all packed in case they ever come for me
Got a hundred stories and tabloid lies
Got witnesses to what the government denies
So Im headed down to Roswell to wait and see
Oh what a mystery
Oh, I believe, I believe, I could leave
My sister, she says she knows Elvis
She knows Jesus, John Lennon, and Cobain personally
Well, but Im too wise to believe my eyes
Cause all Ive seen just terrifies me
But I believe theyre coming back for me
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