He's young, he believes
Can write a solid headline about thieves
A travel log of old battle sites
A waste of money, the perfect bites
Pulling on my arm all day
I resist the urge to pull away
This probably won't last much more
Soon enough, I'll be a bore
Eighteen ufos in the daytime sky
Who can say they're not alive
Eighteen ufos in the daytime sky
Who can prove that it's a lie
Endless stories and non-stop talk
All the specs of a red-tailed hawk
As soon as we're heading out the door
Is the perfect time for twenty questions or more
Four full seasons of each of the ages
Fills the book enough, overstuffed with pages
He won't remember all of this
But every year, I'm sure I'll miss
Eighteen ufos in the daytime sky
Who can say they're not alive
Eighteen ufos in the daytime sky
Who can prove that it's a lie
There's a feeling I hope I'm leaving
A feeling, I hope I'm leaving
There's a feeling I hope I'm leaving
There's a feeling, I hope I'm leaving
But I'm not leaving
I'm not leaving
I'm not leaving
I'm not leaving
I'm not leaving
I'm not leaving
Eighteen ufos in the daytime sky
Who can say they're not alive
Eighteen ufos in the daytime sky
Who can prove that it's a lie
Eighteen ufos in the daytime sky
Who can prove that it's a lie
Eighteen ufos in the daytime sky
Who can say I'm not alive