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