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