Six-lane highway running up to my back door  But it won't take me where I want to be  I took the I-95 down to Pensacola  All I found was a bunch of holyrollers  The don't know nothing about saving me    [Chorus]  I swear they're out there,  I swear, I swear they're out there,  I swear, I swear they're out there,  I swear, maybe angels, maybe angels    Down here I feel like a citizen of nowhere  My bag's all packed in case they ever come for me  Got a hundred stories and tabloid lies  Got witnesses to what the government denies  So I'm headed down to Roswell to wait and see    [Chorus]    Oh what a mystery  Oh, I believe, I believe, I could leave    My sister, she says she knows Elvis  She knows Jesus, John Lennon, and Cobain personally  Well, but I'm too wise to believe my eyes  Cause all I've seen just terrifies me  But I believe they're coming back for me    [Chorus]