Oh let the sun beat down upon my face   Stars to fill my dream   I am a traveler of both time and space   To be where I have been   To sit with elders of the gentle race   This world has seldom seen   They talk of days for which they sit and wait   All will be revealed       Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace   Whose sounds caress my ear   But not a word I heard could I relate   The story was quite clear      Oh, I been flying... mama, there ain't no denyin'    I've been flying, ain't no denyin', no denyin'       All I see turns to brown, as the sun burns the ground    And my eyes fill with sand, as I scan this wasted land    Trying to find, trying to find where I've been.       Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace   Like thoughts inside a dream   Heed the path that led me to that place   Yellow desert stream   My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon   I will return again   Sure as the dust that floats high in June   When movin' through Kashmir      Oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails   Across the sea of years    With no provision but an open face   Along the straits of fear       When I'm on, when I'm on my way, yeah    When I see, when I see the way, you stay-yeah       Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, when I'm down...    Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, well I'm down, so down    Ooh, my baby, oooh, my baby, let me take you there       Let me take you there. Let me take you there