Look at mother nature on the run
Look at mother nature on the run
And hoping it was a lie
They were flying mother nature's
There were peasants singing and
Silver seed to a new home in the sun
I was lying in a burned out basement
Flying mother nature's silver seed to a new home
When the sun burst through the sky
Space ships flying in the yellow haze of the sun
I was hoping it was a lie
Well, I dreamed I saw the silver
There were children crying and colors flying
Drummers drumming, the archer split the tree
In the nineteen seventies
Thinking about what a friend had said
Thinking about what a friend had said
There was a fanfare blowing to the sun
All around the chosen ones
There was a band playing in my head
In the nineteen seventies
And I felt like getting high
That was floating on the breeze
All in a dream, all in a dream the loading had begun
Hoping for replacement
With the full moon in my eyes
