Six-lane highway runnin' up to my back door
But it won't take me where I wanna be
I took the I-95 down to Pensacola
All I found was a bunch of Holy Rollers
They don't know nothin' 'bout savin' me
I swear they're out there, I swear
I swear they're out there, I swear
I swear they're out there, I swear
May be angels, may be 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
I swear they're out there, I swear
I swear they're out there, I swear
I swear they're out there, I swear
May be angels, may be angels
May be angels
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
Oh, oh, but I'm too wise to believe my eyes
'Cause all I've seen just terrifies me
And I believe they're comin' back for me
I swear they're out there, I swear
I swear they're out there, I swear, oh, I swear
I swear they're out there, I swear
May be angels, may be angels
May be angels, may be angels