Area 51

We drove the Extraterrestrial Highway, Underneath the endless desert sky, The Little Ale Inn, with whispers near, Said "If you're brave, there's more to find." A napkin map led through the dust, Where the winds of secrets often gust. We drove the road, the tension grew, What we’d discover, no one knew. A white utility out of thin air, It met us like it’d always been there. Uniformed eyes behind the wheel, Watching us, making it real. At the back gate of Area 51, Signs read “No photos, deadly force authorized.” Cameras zoom in, hearts start to race, Don't cross the line in this military place. Maybe there's more than we're meant to see, Maybe they've tagged us silently, A quiet hum and a charge in the air, At the back gate, where they hide what’s not there. The dust rose high as we drove slow, In the heart of a desert no one should know. The white truck followed, like a ghost in the sand, A silent warning from this barren land. We stopped and stared at the iron gates, Signs of danger, like tempting fate. A voice beside me, steady and low, "Put the camera down, before they know." We turned around, cold in our veins, That truck was more than just a game. It sped ahead as the gates opened wide, Like it wanted to hide inside. At the back gate of Area 51, Signs read “No photos, deadly force authorized.” Cameras zoom in, hearts start to race, Don't cross the line in this military place. Maybe there's more than we're meant to see, Maybe they've tagged us silently, A quiet pulse through the desert night, At the back gate, where truth stays out of sight. We turned the car, dust in the air, Left behind that electric stare. White truck gone, gates shut tight, We drove out into the endless night. At the back gate of Area 51, Signs read “No photos, deadly force authorized.” Cameras zoom in, hearts start to race, Don't cross the line in this military place. Maybe there's more than we're meant to see, Maybe they've tagged us silently, We felt the static, the unseen stare, At the back gate, where they hide what’s not there. We left with more questions than when we came, In the desert where the stars burn bright with flame. No one’ll believe what we saw that day, But we’ll remember... in our own quiet way.