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