Daytime Sky

He's young, he believes Can write a solid headline about thieves A travel log of old battle sites A waste of money, the perfect bites Pulling on my arm all day I resist the urge to pull away This probably won't last much more Soon enough, I'll be a bore Eighteen ufos in the daytime sky Who can say they're not alive Eighteen ufos in the daytime sky Who can prove that it's a lie Endless stories and non-stop talk All the specs of a red-tailed hawk As soon as we're heading out the door Is the perfect time for twenty questions or more Four full seasons of each of the ages Fills the book enough, overstuffed with pages He won't remember all of this But every year, I'm sure I'll miss Eighteen ufos in the daytime sky Who can say they're not alive Eighteen ufos in the daytime sky Who can prove that it's a lie There's a feeling I hope I'm leaving A feeling, I hope I'm leaving There's a feeling I hope I'm leaving There's a feeling, I hope I'm leaving But I'm not leaving I'm not leaving I'm not leaving I'm not leaving I'm not leaving I'm not leaving Eighteen ufos in the daytime sky Who can say they're not alive Eighteen ufos in the daytime sky Who can prove that it's a lie Eighteen ufos in the daytime sky Who can prove that it's a lie Eighteen ufos in the daytime sky Who can say I'm not alive