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