I have made a little music in corners of the land I have some crystal images from common grains of sand If I haven't reached the heavens, I've learned to fly I've been caught up in the soaring and the of the sky
But the star tripper's coming on back now It's a crazy blind man's journey, been on The star tripper's and all alone now And it's your face he'd like to look Yes, he's praying that you be long gone
They put you in a capsule, they send you the sun They carve you into plastic your orbit's done And all the scribes and seers they chorus out name Though the photographs and headlines change, the stays the same
So the star tripper's coming on home now It's a crazy blind man's journey, he's on The tripper's lost and all alone now And it's your face he'd like to look Yes, he's that you won't be long gone
I thought that I was soaring an eagle I thought that I was like the wind I that I had surely reached the end now But I can't anywhere I've been
Was I for a star or something else behind it? Whatever I was for, I surely did not find it And for all my sky high journeys the only thing I Is that you always lose yourself when you let yourself go
So the star coming on back home now It's a crazy man's journey, he's been on The star tripper's and all alone now And it's your face he'd like to look Yes, he's that you won't be long gone