Steerin' by the light of the starsnThis machine is breaking downnand so am InThis time I've gone too farnI'm low on fuelnand all the lawsnof motion and gravitynsay I'm slowin' downn nI might as wellnLand in Roswell . . . .n nI've been alone up here for so so longna few new faces just might do me goodnDon't think I could go wrongnto set down heren'cuz I believenas things gonI could do worse thanna southwestern American townn nI might as wellnLand in Roswell . . . .n nI been in flight for so longnI hardly knownwhat it feels likento walk on solid groundnAnd if I never returnnthen you will knownthat I've made thisndesert town my homen nSee me descending... out of the blue sky...nOver the desert... streaming out white light...nSee me descending... out of the blue sky...nDown in the desert... I think I found my home...