Sunday morning, and the pews are filled with friends of mine, yeah, friends of mine,
And, for the first time, I look around,
I realise, I realise...
My closest friends are aliens and strangers,
Travellers here, living with danger,
My closest friends are aliens and strangers,
Travellers here, living with danger.
I used to wonder why they act so strange,
Now I know, yeah, now I know,
I heard the preachers say this world we're in is not our home, it's not our home.
My closest friends are aliens and strangers,
Travellers here, living with danger,
My closest friends are aliens and strangers,
Travellers here, living with danger.
They're all pilgrims just passing through, heroes away from their homeland,
And, since I've discovered the truth, I look at my friends and I can't help but think that....
All of my friends, they're aliens,
Just passing through, yeah, they're aliens,
My closest friends, yeah, they're aliens,
My closest friends, oh, they're aliens,
Just passing through, just passing through,
Just passing through, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
