| Whoa, let the sun beat down upon my face | |
| And stars to fill my dream | |
| I am a traveler of both time and space | |
| To be where I have been | |
| T' sit with elders of the gentle race | |
| This world has seldom seen | |
| Th' 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 | |
| Whoa-hoh, whoa-wa-oh | |
| Oooh, oh baby, I been flyin' | |
| Lord, yeah, mama, there ain't no denyin' | |
| Oh, oooh yes, I've been flying | |
| Mama, mama, ain't no denyin', no denyin' | |
| 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 where I beeeeeuhoaoh | |
| Oh, pilot of the storm who 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 | |
| Will return again | |
| Sure as the dust that floats b'hind you | |
| When movin' through Kashmir | |
| Oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails | |
| Across the sea of years | |
| With no provision but an open face | |
| 'Long the straits of fear | |
| Whaoh, whaoh | |
| Whaoh-oh, oh | |
| Ohhhh | |
| Well, when I want, when I'm on my way, yeah | |
| When I see, when I see the way, you stay-yeah | |
| Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, well I'm down, yes | |
| Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, well I'm down, so down | |
| Ooh, my baby, oooh, my baby, let me take you there | |
| Oh, oh, come on, come on | |
| Oh, let me take you there | |
| Let me take you there | |
| Whoo-ooh, yeah-yeah, whoo-ooh, yeah-yeah, let me take you |