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 and all will be revealed
But not a word I heard could I relate, the story was quite clear
Ive been flying, aint no denyin, no denyin
And my eyes fill with sand, as I scan this wasted land
Trying to find, trying to find where Ive been.
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 and true, when movin through kashmir.
With no provision but an open face, along the straits of fear
When I see, when I see the way, you stay-yeah
Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, well Im down, so down
Ooh, my baby, oooh, my baby, let me take you there