Oh, let the sun beat down upon my face
And stars to fill my dream
I am a traveller of both time and space
To be where I have been
To sit with elders of a gentle race
This world has seldom seen
And talk of days for which they sit and wait
All will be revealed
Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace
Whose sounds caress my ear
But not a word I heard could I relate
The story was quite clear
Oh baby, I've been crying
Oh, there's no, there's no denying
Oh yes, I've been sighing
Oh, there's no denying, no denying
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 out where I beeeeen
Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace
Like thoughts inside a dream
Heed the path that led me to that place
A yellow desert screen
My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon
I will return again
Sure as the dust that blows high in June
When moving through Kashmir
Oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails
Across the sea of years
With no provision but an open face
To flaunt the straits of fear
Well, when I'm on, when I'm on my way
When I see, when I see the way, you stay
Oh, tell me where I've been
Please, tell me where I've been
Oh yeah, I can take you there
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