text: Friends
  If the lord ever comes
  Descending from the skies in some fiery fashion
  As so many say he will
  You will not see me
  Going joyously to greet him expecting my deliverance
  But running for the hills
  For if, such a day should come to pass
  This is no God come to save the human race
  But a big boat
  Like the ones our forefathers sailed
  Having made it across the great ocean to our shores
  From outer space
  And friends
  When that boat finally comes
  Ascending from the depths of our imagination
  To appear within our sight
  Well be born again
  As weve been so many times all throughout the ages
  When we find that were not right
  And with darkness lifted from our eyes
  Then well find what should come as no surprise
  Were on a big boat
  Like the ones our forefathers sailed
  Headed across the great ocean from our shores
  To outer space
  Friends