There are aliens in my kettle

I’m all alone away from home

Another town, another B&B

A little island in a Poole of night

Lost in a world of strangers

My only friend a cup of tea

 

But there are aliens in the kettle here

I wonder what they want from me?

Singing of the distant stars

Telling me that only we alone

The wanderers, the ones who don’t belong

Can know of stranger things by far

 

No-one knows, nor ever will

The songs I hear in faceless rooms

In bland and boring towns I still

Know pathways out beyond the moon

And all alone I find my way

The kettle sings. It’s all ok.