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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sheryl Crow
Vocals
Brian MacLeod
Loops
Jeff Trott
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sheryl Crow
Composer
Bill Bottrell
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sheryl Crow
Producer
Tchad Blake
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
A six-lane highway running up to my back door
But, it won't take me where I wanna be
I took the I-95 down to Pensacola
All I found was a bunch o' holy rollers
They don't know nothin' 'bout saving me
I swear they're out there, I swear
I swear they're out there, I swear
I swear they're out there, I swear
Maybe angels, maybe angels
Down here, I feel like a citizen of nowhere
My bag's all packed in case they ever come for me
Got a hundred stories and tabloid lies
Got witnesses to what the government denies
So, I'm headed down to Roswell to wait and see
I swear they're out there, I swear
I swear they're out there, I swear
I swear they're out there, I swear
Maybe angels, maybe angels, maybe angels
Oh, what a mystery
Oh, I believe, I believe I could leave
My sister, she says she knows Elvis
She knows Jesus, John Lennon and Cobain personally
Oh, but, I'm too wise to believe my eyes
'Cause all I've seen just terrifies me
But, I believe they're comin' back for me
I swear they're out there, I swear
I swear they're out there, I swear
Oh, I swear
I swear they're out there, I swear
Maybe angels, maybe angels, maybe angels, maybe angels
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-dum
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-dum
Written by: Bill Bottrell, Sheryl Crow