U.F.O. Lord I don't know which way I am going Which way 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, it's your eye I move, I swim, and found somewhere the streets are made of gold But it's fly, split the skies But that's all right, sometimes, somewhere I'm streaming to the holes Oooohhh ooohh