What you thought you saw was a mistake.
|There are lights out there to the Northwest,
I think it is one of those flying wedges,
whatever they call those fast moving planes.
I think it is a modified flying saucer.
I once saw a UFO, but really it was a ski resort.
I think it is one of those flying wedges
From somewhere in the middle of the earth,
That strange portal into the earth,
Or back to the skies beyond the stars;
Inner and outer space mixed together.
Whatever they call those fast moving planes
That seem part black ops and part sci fi
Was waiting just beyond the hills
In the high desert of southern California
And I had no idea how long it hovered.
I think it is a modified flying saucer,
Not the disc or cigar shaped ones
I grew up loving and fearing
Reading about in ratty novels
And bright crudely drawn comics.
I once saw a UFO, but really it was a ski resort,
Or so they told me; those military guys
Whose job it is to tell you
What you really see by mistake
When you see lights in the sky.