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I spoke with the clouds today

and I swear I heard them answer me back.

On a gorgeous afternoon, listening to the blues,

feeling I’m getting closer to the right track.

I can’t understand the thrill of the chemicals

when you can experience the air and the land.

I don’t understand people hurting each other,

and that’s not all I don’t understand.

I really don’t get all the fear in the world.  

Why can’t we just blow it all away.

Live in a world full of peace and love,

though that can sound like a cliche.



I’m an alien searching for a kindred.  

On a planet that’s so far from home.

Trying to understand this dimension and it’s people.  

In a disc made of some kind of steel and chrome.



I don’t have any fancy weapons.  

Don’t have a big laser gun.

We just don’t carry around stuff like that

in the place where I come from.

Words seem to be so archaic.  

Thoughts can flow out just like streams.

I’m not really sure what reality is,

my waking state or my dreams.



So I told you just how I was feeling.  

But I didn’t feel the need to vocalize.

I hope that you can just read my aura,

and see the emotions in my eyes.



I’m an alien searching for a kindred.  

On a planet that’s so far from home.

Trying to understand this dimension and it’s people.  

In a disc made of some kind of steel and chrome.