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