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