Oh, let the sun beat down upon my face
With stars to fill my dream.
I am a traveler of both time and space
To be where I have been.
To sit with elders of a gentle race,
This world has seldom seen,
With talk of days for which they sit and wait
When all will be revealed.

Talk an' 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.

Oooh, oh baby, I've been blind.
No-yeah, ah mama, there ain't no denyin'.
Oh, oooh yes I've been blind.
Mama, ain't no denyin', no denyin' 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.

Oh pilot of the storm who leaves no trace
Like thoughts inside a dream,
Who hid the path that led me to that place
With yellow desert screen.
My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon,
I will return again,
Sure as the dust that blows high in June
When movin' through Kashmir.

Oh father of the four winds, fill my sails
'Cross the sea of years,
With no provision but an open face
To float on the straits of fear.

Whoa! When I'm on,
When I'm on my way, yeah!
When I see,
When I see the way you stay~yeah.