4:30 AM & the phone rings
They heard a voice, some kind of voice
There are no experts in these things
I guess now we must make a choice
They scours hours and days of signals
Transmissions echoed in the stars
Endless messages and phone calls
Men come in black suits and black cars
The questions spill out fast as lightning
Will they be friend or'll they be foe
The truth sets in, to some it's frightening
There's only one way we will know
They write the words careful; deliberate
They check it once, they check it twice
The black suit men swiftly review it
Record it with a soothing voice