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Let the sun beat down upon my face,
stars fill my dreams
I am a traveler of both time and space,
to be where I have been
To sit with elders of the gentle race,
this world has seldom seen
They talk of days for which they sit and wait,
all will be revealed

Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace,
sounds caress my ears
But not a word I heard could I relay
the story was quite clear

Oooh, baby I've been flying
No, yeah, Mama, there ain't no denyin'
Oooh yeah, I've been flying,
Mama, mama, ain't no denyin', no denyin'

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've been.

Oh, pilot of the storm that leaves no trace,
like thoughts inside a dream
Heed the path that led me to that place,
yellow desert stream
My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon,
I will return again
Like the dust that lufts 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,
along the straits of fear

When I'm on, when I'm on my way, yeah
When I see, when I see the way they stay, yeah

Let me take you there
Let me take you there

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