Oh, 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

To sit with elders of the gentle race
This world has seldom seen
They 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
Not a word I heard could I relate
The story was quite clear

Yeah!
I've been flying
Yeah!

All I see turns to brown
As the Sun burns the ground
Trying to find, trying to find where I've been
Trying to find, trying to find where I've been

Oh, pilot of the storm, leaves no trace!
I've trying to find where I have been!