Oh let the sun beat down upon my face
I am the traveler of both time and space
To sit with elders of the gentle race
They talk of days for which they sit and wait
Talk of song from tounges of lifting grace
But not a word I heard could I relate
Oh, I've been flyin...mama
All I see turns to brown
And my eyes fill with sand
Trying to find
Oh pilot of this storm who leaves no trace
Heed the path that led me to that place
My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon
Sure as the dust that floats high in June
Oh, father of four winds, fill my sails
With no provision but an open face
Oh, when I'm on
When I see
Ooh, yeah-yeah
Ooh, yeah-yeah
Ooh, my baby
Let me take you there