Alpha Centauri

I want to meet the greys, on all those rainy days
I bet they aren't so bad, we'll barbecue in the back
And we'll tell stories of far off galaxies and black holes and planetary siege
And I won't care when my pen-pals don't believe me
They never reply anyway
Maybe my new friends will invite me round to stay in their milkyway real estate
Just waiting for that rainy day