Anonymous ID: 1ad6aa June 14, 2020, 2:55 a.m. No.9609150   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>9155

>>9609054

Oh, let the sun beat down upon my face

Stars to fill my dreams

 

I'm a traveler of both time and space

To be where I have been

 

Sit with elders of the gentle race

This world has seldom seen

 

They talk of days for which they sit and wait

All will be revealed

 

Talk in song in tongues of lilting grace

Sounds caress my ear

 

Tho not a word I heard could I relate

The story was quite clear

 

I been flyin'

ain't no denyin', no

I been flyin'

Mama, mama, ain't no denyin', no denyin'

 

All I see turns to brown

As the sun burns the ground

 

And my eyes fill with sand

As I scan this wasted land

 

Try to find, try to find what I feel

 

Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace

Like thoughts inside a dream

 

Heed the path that led me to that place,

yellow desert stream

 

My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon,

I will return again

 

Sure as the dust that floats high in June,

when movin' through Kashmir

 

Oh, father of the four winds,

fill my sails, across the sea of years

 

With no provision but an open face,

along the straits of fear

 

When I'm on, when I'm on my way, yeah

When I see, when I see the way you stay

 

Tryin' to find, tryin' to find where I been