Whoa let the sun beat down upon my face,
Stars to fill my dream
I am a traveller of both time and space,
To be where I have been
Sit with elders of a gentle race
This world has seldom seen,
Talk of days for which they sit and wait,
All will be revealed

Talk an' song from tongues of lilting grace,
Sounds caressed my ears,
And not a word I heard could I relate,
The story was quite clear

Ooh, oh, baby I been blind
No-yeah Ah mama, there ain't no denying
Oh, oooh yes, I've been blind
Ma-ma-ma, ain't no denying, no denying, yeah

Oh! All I see turns to brown,
As the sun burns the ground,
And my eye fill with sand,
As I scan this wasted land
Tryin'a find, tryin'a find
Where I been - ooh-ooh-ooh

Oh pilot of the storm who leaves no trace,
Like thoughts inside a dream
You've the map that led me to that place,
Yellow desert screen
My Shangrila beneath the summer moon,
I will return again
As the dust that blows high in June
When moving through Kashmir

Oh Father of the four winds fill my sails,
'Cross the sea of years,
With no provision but an open face
Along the straits of fear
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh, oh, oh

Oh! When I'm on, when I'm on my way, yeah!
When I see, when I see the way you stay -yeah!
Ooh yeah-yeah, ooh yeah-yeah When I'm down, yes
Ooh yeah-yeah, ooh yeah-yeah When I'm down, so down
Ooh my baby, ooh my baby let me take you there
Oh, come on, come on, oh let me take you there
Let me take you there
Ooh yeah yeah, ooh yeah yeah (fades out)