| Lyric | Song | Hint |
| I get up at seven, yeah and I go to work at nine | |
| I'm together I'm apart I'm forever At the start Still...I am | |
| All this machinery making modern music Can still be open hearted | |
| Each microcosmic planet A complete society | |
| Everybody got to elevate from the norm | |
| You won't get wise With the sleep still in your eyes No matter what your dreams might be | |
| H to O No flow without the other Oh but how Do they make contact With one another? | |
| And the men who hold high places Must be the ones who start To mold a new reality | |
| That those who know what's best for us Must rise and save us from ourselves | |
| Any escape might help to smooth the unattractive truth But the suburbs have no charms to soothe the restless dreams of youth | |
| Across the River Styx, out of the lamplight His nemesis is waiting at the gate | |
| Race back to the farm To dream with my uncle at the fireside | |
| Atomized...at the core? Or through the Astral Door? To soar... | |
| My counterpart, my foolish heart A man must learn to rule his tender part | |
| So far so good And life's not unpleasant In their little neighborhood | |
| I had a dream of the open water I was swimming away out to sea So deep I could never touch bottom What a fool I used to be | |
| ...I've found an ancient miracle I thought that you should know | |
| Some are born to move the world To live their fantasies But most of us just dream about The things we'd like to be | |