Sunday morning, the pews are filled with friends of mine, yeah, 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 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