i have made a little music in some corners of the land i have fused some crystal images from common grains of sand and 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 startripper s coming on back home now it s a crazy blind man s journey he s been on the startripper 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 you 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 startripper s coming on back home now it s a crazy blind man s journey he s been on the startripper 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 dod 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 startripper s coming on back home now it s a crazy blind man s journey he s been on the startripper 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
['classic rock', 'country rock', 'folk', 'folk rock', 'mellow gold', 'singer-songwriter', 'soft rock']