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 the heavens, I've surely learned to fly I've been caught up in the and the touching of the sky
But the star coming on back home now a crazy blind man's journey, he's been on The star lost and all alone now And your face he'd like to look upon Yes, he's praying you won't be long gone
They put you in a capsule, they send you the sun They you into plastic before your orbit's done And all the scribes and seers chorus out your name Though the photographs and headlines change, the stays the same
So the star tripper's coming on back now It's a crazy blind journey, he's been on The star lost and all alone now And it's your he'd like to look upon Yes, he's praying that you be long gone
I thought that I was like an eagle I that I was roaring like the wind I thought I had surely reached the end now But I can't remember anywhere I've
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 you let yourself go
So the tripper's coming on back home now It's a blind man's journey, he's been on The star lost and all alone now And it's face he'd like to look upon Yes, praying that you won't be long gone