(Anderson/Foster)
And in the ruins
Caught in the noose around me,
Glasses tell lies.
Wondering when
To do it again of another
Flying to the sky,
Somewhere flying high.
Astral trav`ller,
Leaving without her,
Wond`ring where lives go;
In and out the valley below.
Once in the air,
We could expect a great respect in being.
(Astral trav`ller.)
Memories fly
Over the sky, and oh, the
Sight`s worth seeing,
Just believin`.
Astral trav`ller,
Leaving without her,
Wond`ring where lives go;
In and out the valley below.
