Spaceship In My Barn

Caught in a dreamlike substance of my choice

Open is my head and receptive to every voice

Up is my mind and open to the probe

When will they finally believe I really want to go home?

Caught in a dreamlike substance of my choice

Open is my head and receptive to every voice

It’s me! I want to go home

Third night ‘til late, if they will give me the chance?

I want to livе in nowhere again, now coming down by the light

I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish I was alivе

I wish I wish I wish I was alive