We follow our instinct   We're livin' in between   The struggle of the races   Continues on the scene      A million miles above us   The spirit is unseen   Beyond our small horizon   It's got a perfect dream      We travel through the ages   We follow our dreams   But the spirit of a free world   Is the final dream      The sun, the wind and water   All we really need   We waste our time   To satisfy our greed      We travel through the ages   The world remains obscene   But the spirit of a free world   Is the final dream      We're about to lose control now   The prophecy is clear   Does it help to sigh and hope with sentimental fear?   S.O.S. no more lifeboats here      If I could ask the Maker   About the master plan   Could He give an answer   Would I understand?      Our ignorance will drive us on   The world remains obscene   But the spirit of a free world   Is the final dream