I’m gonna write a song
‘bout how you gonna lose your sight

You been in the dark too long (too long)
and I’m thinkin’ that you might

Be blinded by my light
when you finally see, see me right.
Right now your walkin’ circles (circles)
in dancing death spiral fight
 
While you’re caught up, trapped down
in yesterday’s sweet sorrow
I have freed myself to fly (fly, fly, fly)
for lost land of tomorrow


You can’t come no matter
if you beg, steal or borrow—
down to the land down under (under)

up on Kilimanjaro

In halls of palaces,
outside dancing in the rain,
I will sing my song of freedom (freedom)
with a simple tambourine

All will be invited
to a table on the plain
where full cup shall be lifted up (lifted up)
and loss you caused only gain.


Shine bright lost tribes, come home.
Leave behind false reality 
Leave bad brother’s brutality
Leave story of frugality
Leave lies about morality
Leave weary world’s banality
Leave devil’s dark duality
Leave loopholes and legality
Leave lacking lack mentality
 

Shine bright lost tribes, come home.
Leave behind false reality 
Leave bad brother’s brutality
Leave story of frugality
Leave lies about morality
Leave weary world’s banality
Leave devil’s dark duality
Leave loopholes and legality
Leave lacking lack mentality