After the Gold Rush

I was hoping it was a lie
In the nineteen seventies
I was lying in a burned out basement
That floated on the breeze
And I felt like getting high
All in a dream, all in a dream

Thinking about what a friend had said
I was hoping it was a lie

In the nineteen seventies

There was a band playing in my head

There were children singing and drummers drumming
In the yellow haze of the sun
Well, I dreamed I saw the silver space ships flying
The archer split the tree
With the full moon in my eyes
We got at Mother Nature on the run

We were flying Mother Nature's silver seed
Look at Mother Nature on the run
I was hoping for replacement
To a new home in the sun
There was a fanfare blowing to the sun
Flying Mother Nature's silver seed
Thinking about what a friend had said
There were children crying and colors flying
All around the chosen ones

When the sun burst through the sky
The loading had begun