I have a little 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 blind man's journey, he's been on The star tripper's and all alone now And it's your he'd like to look upon Yes, he's praying that you won't be long
They put you in a capsule, send you towards the sun They carve you into plastic before your done And all the and seers they chorus out your name Though the photographs and headlines change, the story stays the
So 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 it's face he'd like to look upon Yes, praying that you won't be long gone
I thought that I was like an eagle I thought that I was 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 did not find it And for all my sky high journeys the thing I know Is you almost always lose yourself when you let yourself go
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 upon Yes, he's praying you won't be long gone