With the wind the willow tree

Reminds me how I long to be

Every sound a mystery

That calls us out upon our mystic trip

On our mystic trip



And when it comes to luck, you're on side

Our wandering soul is where it hides



All around, the ground below

We float on cries until we're close

On our mystic trip



And when it comes to change, the drear shies

We travel through romancing skies



Beyond fields of caring now

Where circumstance will show us how

Further than a hope can see into the world

Of wish set free

On our mystic trip



(On our mystic trip)