Oh let the sun beat down upon my face, 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 and all will be revealed
    Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace, whose sounds caress my ear
  But not a word I heard could I relate, the story was quite clear
  Oh, oh.
    Oh, I been flying... mama, there ain't no denyin'
  I've been flying, ain't no denyin', no denyin'
    All I see turns to brown, as the sun burns the ground
  And my eyes fill with sand, as I scan this wasted land
  Trying to find, trying to find where I've been.
    Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace, like thoughts inside a dream
  Heed the path that led me to that place, yellow desert stream
  My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon, I will return again
  Sure as the dust that floats high in June, when movin' 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
  Ohh.
    When I'm on, when I'm on my way, yeah
  When I see, when I see the way, you stay-yeah
    Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, when I'm down...
  Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, well I'm down, so down
  Ooh, my baby, oooh, my baby, let me take you there
    Let me take you there. Let me take you there