U.f.o.

Lord I don't know which way I am going

Which way the river gonna flow

It's just seems that upstream, I keep rowing

Still got such a long way to go

Still got such a long way to go

Then that light, hits your eye

I know, I swear,

We'll find somewhere the streets are made with gold

Bullets fly, split the sky

But that's all right, sometimes sunlight comes streaming through the holes

Oooohhh ooooohh

Oooohhh ooooohh

Oooohhh ooooohh

Oooohhh ooooohh