Down in his barn, my uncle preserved for me an old machine - for fifty-odd years. Listen to my music and hear what it can do. Jump to the ground as the Turbo slows to cross the borderline. Attention all Planets of the Solar Federation, we have assumed control. A modern-day warrior, mean mean stride, today's Tom Sawyer, mean mean pride. All the world's indeed a stage, and we are merely players, performers and portrayers, each another's audience outside the gilded cage. The Priests praise my name on this night. Those who wish to be must put aside the alienation get on with the fascination, the real relation, the underlying theme. Some will sell their dreams for small desires or lose the race to rats. I can no longer live under the control of the Federation, but there is no other place to go. The people will all see its light. Living in the Limelight the universal dream for those who wish to seem. No, his mind is not for rent to any god or government. When I touch it, it gives forth a sound. My spirits are low. In the depths of despair, my lifeblood spills over... Escape to realms beyond the night, dream - can't you show me the light? His reserve, a quiet defense, riding out the day's events - the river. I had no idea what it might be, but it was beautiful. Laughing out loud with fear and hope, I've got a desperate plan. Always hopeful, yet discontent, he knows changes aren't permanent - but change is. I can't believe you're saying. Look around this world we made, equality, our stock in trade. There is trouble with the trees, for the Maples want more sunlight and the Oaks ignore their pleas. The dream is still in my head. An insulated border in between the bright lights and the far unlit unknown. Emotional feedback on a timeless wavelength, bearing a gift beyond price. I learned to lay my fingers across the wires, and to turn the keys to make them sound differently. Just think about the average. What use have they for you? Instead of praise, sullen dismissal. Subdivisions - in the high school halls, in the shopping malls, conform or be cast out. I see the hand of man arise with hungry mind and open eyes. He leads me on, light years away through astral nights, galactic days. The sleep is still in my eyes. I have not left this cave for days now. The massive grey walls of the Temples rise from the Heart of every Federation city. There is trouble in the Forest, and the creatures all have fled, as the Maples scream 'Oppression!' and the Oaks, just shake their heads. I saw now how meaningless life had become with the loss of all these things... Their power grows with purpose strong to claim the home where they belong. Though his mind is not for rent, don't put him down as arrogant. Get caught in ticking traps and start to dream of somewhere to relax their restless flight.

Down in his barn, my uncle preserved for me an old machine - for fifty-odd years. Listen to my music and hear what it can do. Jump to the ground as the Turbo slows to cross the borderline. Attention all Planets of the Solar Federation, we have assumed control. A modern-day warrior, mean mean stride, today's Tom Sawyer, mean mean pride. All the world's indeed a stage, and we are merely players, performers and portrayers, each another's audience outside the gilded cage. The Priests praise my name on this night. Those who wish to be must put aside the alienation get on with the fascination, the real relation, the underlying theme. Some will sell their dreams for small desires or lose the race to rats. I can no longer live under the control of the Federation, but there is no other place to go. The people will all see its light. Living in the Limelight the universal dream for those who wish to seem. No, his mind is not for rent to any god or government. When I touch it, it gives forth a sound. My spirits are low. In the depths of despair, my lifeblood spills over... Escape to realms beyond the night, dream - can't you show me the light? His reserve, a quiet defense, riding out the day's events - the river. I had no idea what it might be, but it was beautiful. Laughing out loud with fear and hope, I've got a desperate plan. Always hopeful, yet discontent, he knows changes aren't permanent - but change is. I can't believe you're saying. Look around this world we made, equality, our stock in trade. There is trouble with the trees, for the Maples want more sunlight and the Oaks ignore their pleas. The dream is still in my head. An insulated border in between the bright lights and the far unlit unknown. Emotional feedback on a timeless wavelength, bearing a gift beyond price. I learned to lay my fingers across the wires, and to turn the keys to make them sound differently. Just think about the average. What use have they for you? Instead of praise, sullen dismissal. Subdivisions - in the high school halls, in the shopping malls, conform or be cast out. I see the hand of man arise with hungry mind and open eyes. He leads me on, light years away through astral nights, galactic days. The sleep is still in my eyes. I have not left this cave for days now. The massive grey walls of the Temples rise from the Heart of every Federation city. There is trouble in the Forest, and the creatures all have fled, as the Maples scream 'Oppression!' and the Oaks, just shake their heads. I saw now how meaningless life had become with the loss of all these things... Their power grows with purpose strong to claim the home where they belong. Though his mind is not for rent, don't put him down as arrogant. Get caught in ticking traps and start to dream of somewhere to relax their restless flight.

UP UP UP in his barn, my uncle preserved for me an old machine - for fifty-odd years. Listen to my music and hear what it can do. Jump to the ground as the Turbo slows to cross the borderline. Attention all Planets of the Solar Federation, we have assumed control. A modern-day warrior, mean mean stride, today's Tom Sawyer, mean mean pride. All the world's indeed a stage, and we are merely players, performers and portrayers, each another's audience outside the gilded cage. The Priests praise my name on this night. Those who wish to be must put aside the alienation get on with the fascination, the real relation, the underlying theme. Some will sell their dreams for small desires or lose the race to rats. I can no longer live under the control of the Federation, but there is no other place to go. The people will all see its light. Living in the Limelight the universal dream for those who wish to seem. No, his mind is not for rent to any god or government. When I touch it, it gives forth a sound. My spirits are low. In the depths of despair, my lifeblood spills over... Escape to realms beyond the night, dream - can't you show me the light? His reserve, a quiet defense, riding out the day's events - the river. I had no idea what it might be, but it was beautiful. Laughing out loud with fear and hope, I've got a desperate plan. Always hopeful, yet discontent, he knows changes aren't permanent - but change is. I can't believe you're saying. Look around this world we made, equality, our stock in trade. There is trouble with the trees, for the Maples want more sunlight and the Oaks ignore their pleas. The dream is still in my head. An insulated border in between the bright lights and the far unlit unknown. Emotional feedback on a timeless wavelength, bearing a gift beyond price. I learned to lay my fingers across the wires, and to turn the keys to make them sound differently. Just think about the average. What use have they for you? Instead of praise, sullen dismissal. Subdivisions - in the high school halls, in the shopping malls, conform or be cast out. I see the hand of man arise with hungry mind and open eyes. He leads me on, light years away through astral nights, galactic days. The sleep is still in my eyes. I have not left this cave for days now. The massive grey walls of the Temples rise from the Heart of every Federation city. There is trouble in the Forest, and the creatures all have fled, as the Maples scream 'Oppression!' and the Oaks, just shake their heads. I saw now how meaningless life had become with the loss of all these things... Their power grows with purpose strong to claim the home where they belong. Though his mind is not for rent, don't put him down as arrogant. Get caught in ticking traps and start to dream of somewhere to relax their restless flight.

Down in his barn, my uncle preserved for me an old machine - for fifty-odd years. Listen to my music and hear what it can do. Jump to the ground as the Turbo slows to cross the borderline. Attention all Planets of the Solar Federation, we have assumed control. A modern-day warrior, mean mean stride, today's Tom Sawyer, mean mean pride. All the world's indeed a stage, and we are merely players, performers and portrayers, each another's audience outside the gilded cage. The Priests praise my name on this night. Those who wish to be must put aside the alienation get on with the fascination, the real relation, the underlying theme. Some will sell their dreams for small desires or lose the race to rats. I can no longer live under the control of the Federation, but there is no other place to go. The people will all see its light. Living in the Limelight the universal dream for those who wish to seem. No, his mind is not for rent to any god or government. When I touch it, it gives forth a sound. My spirits are low. In the depths of despair, my lifeblood spills over... Escape to realms beyond the night, dream - can't you show me the light? His reserve, a quiet defense, riding out the day's events - the river. I had no idea what it might be, but it was beautiful. Laughing out loud with fear and hope, I've got a desperate plan. Always hopeful, yet discontent, he knows changes aren't permanent - but change is. I can't believe you're saying. Look around this world we made, equality, our stock in trade. There is trouble with the trees, for the Maples want more sunlight and the Oaks ignore their pleas. The dream is still in my head. An insulated border in between the bright lights and the far unlit unknown. Emotional feedback on a timeless wavelength, bearing a gift beyond price. I learned to lay my fingers across the wires, and to turn the keys to make them sound differently. Just think about the average. What use have they for you? Instead of praise, sullen dismissal. Subdivisions - in the high school halls, in the shopping malls, conform or be cast out. I see the hand of man arise with hungry mind and open eyes. He leads me on, light years away through astral nights, galactic days. The sleep is still in my eyes. I have not left this cave for days now. The massive grey walls of the Temples rise from the Heart of every Federation city. There is trouble in the Forest, and the creatures all have fled, as the Maples scream 'Oppression!' and the Oaks, just shake their heads. I saw now how meaningless life had become with the loss of all these things... Their power grows with purpose strong to claim the home where they belong. Though his mind is not for rent, don't put him down as arrogant. Get caught in ticking traps and start to dream of somewhere to relax their restless flight.