A country road. . . a 1951 chevy stepside pickup (5window) is being followed by a mysterious light in the sky. It's not a weather balloon . . . it's not swamp gas . . .
There are lyrics to this also, so please invent your own melody and sing along: Large liquid eyes, and smooth grey skin, hot and dry to touch -- on a deserted road, a blinking light shot down and stole my sight -- they took my brain, they took my brain -- I fought with all my might, but they left me vacant, vapid, raped, and now I feel all hollow, and fine, at peace really, I feel fine