"UFO" lyrics
Look at the cover and you know how the book ends
Turn twenty-three and mark me off as a has-been
I wrote some words down on a white paper napkin
And I woke up in outer space
I told my friends we'd meet again on that same couch
But they're all married now or in jail or strung out
Blew all my money just to live in a dollhouse
Put on a happy face
And I thought I saw a UFO
But I guess it was just a cloud
And I thought maybe the seed would grow
But it's wilted and turning brown
I swear I'd be home for Christmas this year
If I could just leave the house
I thought I saw a UFO
But then it came crashing down
I left her in Brooklyn with some cash in a shoebox
Landlord hung up a sign and put on a padlock
Traded my MetroCard for Advil and sunblock
And boarded a one-way flight
Got a hotel, threw out the stash and the champagne
I started drinking herbal tea for the neck pain
Wrote her a letter, but she's got a new last name
And I'm here alone tonight
And I thought I saw a UFO
But I guess it was just a cloud
And I thought maybe the seed would grow
But it's wilted and turning brown
I swear I'd be home for Christmas this year
If I could just leave the house
I thought I saw a UFO
But then it came crashing down
Thought about moving to the mountains this new year
Put on a cowboy hat and grow out a long beard
Guess I could drink again, but it's been like ten years
And that'd make my old man cry
I know there's gotta be an ending to this mess
I just don't wanna wait to see how bad it gets
I was on fire, boy, now it's the cold sweat
And I'm lying awake again tonight
Cause I thought I saw a UFO
But I guess it was just a plane
And I thought maybe the seed would grow
Yeah, but it's circling round the drain
But I swear I'd be home for Christmas this year
If I could just fix my brain, oh
I thought I saw a UFO
But they all say I'm insane
Never wanted to feel like I was grown up
Saying I'd never-ever, was never gonna grow up
Living like I was forever young, I'd never grow up
Nobody told me that one day I was gonna wake up
Grown-up
And fucked up
(Swear I'll be home for Christmas this year...)
Turn twenty-three and mark me off as a has-been
I wrote some words down on a white paper napkin
And I woke up in outer space
I told my friends we'd meet again on that same couch
But they're all married now or in jail or strung out
Blew all my money just to live in a dollhouse
Put on a happy face
And I thought I saw a UFO
But I guess it was just a cloud
And I thought maybe the seed would grow
But it's wilted and turning brown
I swear I'd be home for Christmas this year
If I could just leave the house
I thought I saw a UFO
But then it came crashing down
I left her in Brooklyn with some cash in a shoebox
Landlord hung up a sign and put on a padlock
Traded my MetroCard for Advil and sunblock
And boarded a one-way flight
Got a hotel, threw out the stash and the champagne
I started drinking herbal tea for the neck pain
Wrote her a letter, but she's got a new last name
And I'm here alone tonight
And I thought I saw a UFO
But I guess it was just a cloud
And I thought maybe the seed would grow
But it's wilted and turning brown
I swear I'd be home for Christmas this year
If I could just leave the house
I thought I saw a UFO
But then it came crashing down
Thought about moving to the mountains this new year
Put on a cowboy hat and grow out a long beard
Guess I could drink again, but it's been like ten years
And that'd make my old man cry
I know there's gotta be an ending to this mess
I just don't wanna wait to see how bad it gets
I was on fire, boy, now it's the cold sweat
And I'm lying awake again tonight
Cause I thought I saw a UFO
But I guess it was just a plane
And I thought maybe the seed would grow
Yeah, but it's circling round the drain
But I swear I'd be home for Christmas this year
If I could just fix my brain, oh
I thought I saw a UFO
But they all say I'm insane
Never wanted to feel like I was grown up
Saying I'd never-ever, was never gonna grow up
Living like I was forever young, I'd never grow up
Nobody told me that one day I was gonna wake up
Grown-up
And fucked up
(Swear I'll be home for Christmas this year...)
Writer(s): Martin Johnson
