Oh, let the sun beat down upon my face
Stars to 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
And all will be revealed, yeah
Talk and songs from tongues of lilting grace
Whose sounds caress my ear
But not a word I heard could I relate
The story was quite clear
Step on
No denying, no denying, oh
All I see, it turns to brown
As the sun burns on the ground
And my eyes they fill with sand
As I scan this wasted land
Try to find
Try to find where I've been
All I see, it turns to brown
As the sun burns on the ground
And my eyes they fill with sand
As I scan this wasted land
Try to find
Try to find just where I've been
And my eyes they filled with sand
Oh, pilot of the storm which leaves no trace
Like thoughts inside a dream
Heed the path that led me to that place
A yellow desert stream
My Shangrila beneath the summer moon
I will return again
Sure as the dust that floats so high and true
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
Oh, woah yea, oh, woah yeah
It turns to brown
As the sun burns on the ground
And my eyes they fill with sand
As I scan this wasted land
Try to find
Try to find where I've been, yeah
All I see it turns to brown
As the sun burns on the ground
And my eyes they fill with sand
As I scan this wasted land
Try to find
Try to find where I've been, yeah