Oh, let the sun beat down upon my face
Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace
Oooh, oh baby, I been flyin'
Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace
Oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails
Stars to fill my dreams
I am a traveler of both time and space
To be where I have been
Secret elders of a gentle race
This world is seldom seen
Talk of days for which they sit and wait
All will be revealed
Whose sounds caress my ear
But not a word I heard could I relate
The story was quite clear
Whoa-oh-hoh, whoa-oh-wa-oh
Lord, yeah, mama, there ain't no denyin'
Oh, oooh yes, I've been flying
Mama ma, ain't no denyin', no denyin'
Oh, all I see turns to brown
As the sun burns the ground
And my eyes fill with sand
As I scan this wasted land
Tryin' to find, tryin' to find where I beeeeen-ahhh-ahhhh
Like thoughts inside a dream
Heed the path that led me to that place
Yellow desert screen
My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon
I will return again
Sure as the dust that floats high in June
When movin' through Kashmir
Across the sea of years
With no provision but an open face
'Long the straits of fear
Wha-oh, wha-oh
Whaoh-oh, oh
