I have made a little music in corners of the land I have fused some images from common grains of sand If I reached 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 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 upon Yes, he's praying 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 out your name Though the photographs and headlines change, the stays the same
So the star coming on back home now It's a crazy blind journey, he's been on The star tripper's lost and all now And it's face he'd like to look upon Yes, praying that you won't be long gone
I thought that I was soaring like an 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 star or something else it? Whatever I was looking for, I surely did not 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 your face he'd like to look Yes, he's praying that you won't be gone