The loading had begun
In the twentieth century
Thinking about what a friend had said
With the full moon in my eyes
Look at Mother Nature on the run
I was lying in a burned out basement
Look at Mother Nature on the run
There was a band playing in my head
In the yellow haze of the sun
I was hoping it was a lie
Flying Mother Nature's silver seed
In the twentieth century
There was floating on the breeze
There were peasants singing and drummers drumming
I dreamed I saw the silver spaceships flying
And the archer split the tree
To a new home in the sun
Flying Mother Nature's silver seed
There was a fanfare blowing to the sun
All around the chosen ones
I was thinking about what a friend had said
All in a dream, all in a dream
There were children crying and colors flying
And I felt like I could cry
I was hoping it was a lie
I was hoping for replacement
When the sun burst through the sky
