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 aint no denyin
Ive been flying, aint 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 Ive 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 and true, 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 Im on, when Im on my way, yeah
When I see, when I see the way, you stay-yeah

Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, when Im down...
Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, well Im down, so down
Ooh, my baby, oooh, my baby, let me take you there

Let me take you there. let me take you there