Oh let the sun beat down upon my face,
stars to fill my dream
I am a traveler of both time and s***e,
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
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 lead me to this place,
yellow desert stream
My shangri-la beneath the summer moon,
Will return again
Grab the dust that floats high and true,
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.
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 where I've been.
Trying to find...
Ooooh yayaeah
stars to fill my dream
I am a traveler of both time and s***e,
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
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 lead me to this place,
yellow desert stream
My shangri-la beneath the summer moon,
Will return again
Grab the dust that floats high and true,
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.
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 where I've been.
Trying to find...
Ooooh yayaeah