After the Gold Rush

And I felt like getting high
We were flying Mother Nature's silver seed
In the nineteen seventies
Thinking about what a friend had said
To a new home in the sun

All in a dream, all in a dream
I was lying in a burned out basement
There was a fanfare blowing to the sun
The loading had begun
There was a band playing in my head
I was hoping for replacement
There were children crying and colors flying

That floated on the breeze

In the nineteen seventies
I was hoping it was a lie
In the yellow haze of the sun
Flying Mother Nature's silver seed
I was hoping it was a lie
We got at Mother Nature on the run
Well, I dreamed I saw the silver space ships flying

When the sun burst through the sky
There were children singing and drummers drumming
Look at Mother Nature on the run

The archer split the tree
All around the chosen ones
With the full moon in my eyes
Thinking about what a friend had said