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