Oh, let the sun beat down upon my facewith stars to fill my dreamI am a traveler of both time and space to be where I have beenTo sit with elders of a gentle race this world has seldom seenwho talk of days for which they sit and waitWhen all will be revealedTalk and song from tongues of lilting graceSounds caress my earThough not a word I heard could I relateThe story was quite clear, whoa-oh-hoh, whoa-oh, whoa-ohOooh, oh, baby, I've been flyin' No, yeahMama cares, ain't no denyin'Oh, oooh yes, I've been flyin'My mama, ain't no denyin', no denyin', noOh, all I see turns to brown as the sun burns the groundAnd my eyes fill with sand as I scan this wasted landTryin' to find, tryin' to find where I've been, ah-ah, ah-ahOh, pilot of the storm who leaves no tracelike thoughts inside a dreamwho hid the path that led me to that placewith yellow desert screenMy Shangri-La beneath the summer moon, I will return againsure as the dust that blows high in Junewhen movin' through KashmirOh, father of the four winds, fill my sailsAcross the sea of yearswith no provision but an open face along the straits of fearWhoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh-hoh, oh, ohhWhoa, when I'm on, when I'm on my way, yeahWhen I see, when I see the way you stay, yeah-eahOoh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, when I'm down, ohOoh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, when I'm down, so downOoh, my baby, ooh, my baby, let me take you thereOh, oh, come on, come on, oh, let me take you thereLet me take you there, woo, yeah-yeah, woo, yeah-yeahLet me take you therelet me take you there