I have made a little music in some corners of the land
I have fused some crystal images from common grains of sand
If I haven't reached the heavens, I've surely learned to fly
I've been caught up in the soaring and the touching of the sky
But the star tripper's coming on back home now
It's a crazy blind man's journey, he's been on
The star tripper's lost and all alone now
And it's your face he'd like to look upon
Yes, he's praying that you won't be long gone
They put you in a capsule, they send you towards the sun
They carve you into plastic before your orbit's done
And all the scribes and seers they chorus out your name
Though the photographs and headlines change, the story stays the same
So the star tripper's coming on back home now
It's a crazy blind man's journey, he's been on
The star tripper's lost and all alone now
And it's your face he'd like to look upon
Yes, he's praying that you won't be long gone
I thought that I was soaring like an eagle
I thought that I was roaring like the wind
I thought that I had surely reached the end now
But I can't remember anywhere I've been
Was I looking for a star or something else behind it?
Whatever I was looking for, I surely did not find it
And for all my sky high journeys the only thing I know
Is that you almost always lose yourself when you let yourself go
So the star tripper's coming on back home now
It's a crazy blind man's journey, he's been on
The star tripper's lost and all alone now
And it's your face he'd like to look upon
Yes, he's praying that you won't be long gone
