Sunday morning,
the pews are filled
With friends of mine,

yea, friends of mine
And for the first time,
I look around and I realize,

I realize

My closest friends

Are aliens and strangers,
Travelers here, living with danger
My closest friends

Are aliens and strangers,
Travelers here, living with danger


I used to wonder why
they act so strange
Now I know, yeah now I know

I heard the preacher say
This world we're in
Is not our home,

It's not our home

My closest friends are

Aliens and strangers,
Travelers here, living with danger
My closest friends are

Aliens and strangers,
Travelers here, living with danger


They're pilgrims just passing through
Heroes away from their homeland
And since I've discovered the truth

I look at my friends
And I can't help but think that..


All my friends, they're aliens
Just passing through,
yeah, they're aliens

My closest friends
yeah, they're aliens
My closest friends

ohh they're aliens
Just passing through,
Just passing through