I’m flying, I’m speeding out through the sky
I’m winnin’, I’m loosin’ and I don’t know why
They said it would be a nice trip to the end of time
I’m racin’, I’m rushin’ along an endless line

The land of the late, the land of the late
I’m lookin’, I’m seein’, insects of rare shape
Thery’re flyin’, they’re turnin’ and comin’ my way
With wings like blades and million eye-sights
I’m flyin’, I’m fleedin’, vanishin’ in the night

To the land of the late, the late of the land
I’m listenin’, I’m hearin’ noises of strange sound
Its frightenin’, though familiar, like a heartbeat pound
It is repeated and amplified by odd-looking machines
I’m movin’, I’m goin’, producin’ weird-lookin’ scenes

In the land of the late, the late of the land
I’m flying, I’m speeding out through the sky
I’m loosin’, I’m winnin’ and I don’t know why
It’s all whirlin’ so fast I’m loosin’ contact
My goal is a land from which you never come back

It’s the land of the late, late of the land

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