Here

Sometimes when I roam
I see something, out in the foam
That gets me into the zone
Where I’m knowing that, everything’s on
Where I want to, know the ground here
And I want to, know the sky
Where I got to, go in all clear
So I’ll flow like, glittering rye

Staring into the dark, I know I am needing a spark
To fly right out of the park, and sing high like skylarks
And we’re going over mountains
And we’re rolling on like a train
And we’re knowing that there’s a fountain
That we’ll drink from over again

And you know your eyes get me here
As do the skies in this sphere
We’re going to reach the plateau here
Everything black will appear clear

Oh, we are at home, I said I know
We are at home
Oh, we are at home, I said I know
We are at home
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