After the Gold Rush

I was hoping it was a lie
All in a dream, all in a dream
There were children singing and drummers drumming
Well, I dreamed I saw the silver space ships flying

All around the chosen ones
And I felt like getting high
There were children crying and colors flying

Flying Mother Nature's silver seed
I was hoping for replacement
We were flying Mother Nature's silver seed

Look at Mother Nature on the run
There was a fanfare blowing to the sun
In the yellow haze of the sun

We got at Mother Nature on the run
That floated on the breeze
I was hoping it was a lie
Thinking about what a friend had said
To a new home in the sun
With the full moon in my eyes

When the sun burst through the sky
The archer split the tree
There was a band playing in my head

Thinking about what a friend had said
In the nineteen seventies

The loading had begun
I was lying in a burned out basement
In the nineteen seventies