I have fused some crystal images from common grains of sand
 And if I haven't reached the heavens, I've surely learned to fly
 I've been caught up in the soaring and the touching of the sky

 But the startripper's coming on back home now
 It's a crazy blind man's journey he's been on
 The startripper's lost and all alone now
 And it's your face he'd like to look upon
 Yes, he's praying that you won't be long gone

 They put you in a capsule, they send you towards the sun
 They carve you into plastic before you orbit's done
 And all the scribes and seers they chorus out your name
 Though the photographs and headlines change the story stays the same

 So the startripper's coming on back home now
 It's a crazy blind man's journey he's been on
 The startripper's lost and all alone now
 And it's your face he'd like to look upon
 Yes, he's praying that you won't be long gone

 I thought that I was soaring like an eagle
 I thought that I was roaring like the wind
 I thought that I had surely reached the end now
 But I can't remember anywhere I've been

 Was I looking for a star or something else behind it?
 Whatever I was looking for, I surely dod not find it
 And for all my sky high journeys the only thing I know
 Is that you almost always lose yourself when you let yourself go

 So the startripper's coming on back home now
 It's a crazy blind man's journey he's been on
 The startripper's lost and all alone now
 And it's your face he'd like to look upon
 Yes, he's praying that you won't be long gone