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