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 weird creatures who lock up their spirits
Drill holes in themselves and live for their secrets
They're all uptight, uptight, uptight, uptight
I wish that they'd swoop down in the country lane late
at night when I'm driving
Take me onboard their beautiful ship show me the weird world
as I'd love to see it
I'd tell all my friends but they'd never believe me
They'd think that I'd finally lost it completely
I'd show them the stars and the meaning of life they'd shut
me away
But I'll be all right, all right
I'm all right, all right
I'm just uptight, uptight, uptight, uptight
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