Walking down a sunny street to the library

Checking out the latest books about outer space

Going to the fruit stand to buy a dozen oranges

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, staring into the sky

I know somewhere in some faraway galaxy

That some gray men with telescopes are gazing right into her eyes



She's telling the same old story to everyone that she knows

She's just sitting in her room reading books about UFOs, one time

She's telling the same old story to everyone that she knows

She's just sitting in her room reading books about UFOs



Her life 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



She's telling that same old story to everyone that she knows

She's just sitting in her room reading books about UFOs

She's telling that same old story to everyone that she knows

She's just sitting in her room reading books about UFOs