(Elliott, English) Where does a dream belong Locked in the mind on the edge of time Like a ship lost in a storm How do we find the key Longing to see, through the artist's eye Maybe only birds can fly The man must be insane who knows A mind alive with images so strange So close but never rode the sky Watching the birds as they sail on the wind Trying to figure out the reason why Picturing wings held together with string One day to fly Someone said and I believe Try if you dare, you can walk on air A dream is all you need A circle that takes you high Lighter than air as the Earth goes by Through a spiral in the sky The man must be insane who knows A mind alive with images so strange So close but never rode the sky Watching the birds as they sail on the wind Trying to figure out the reason why Picturing wings held together with string Just a charcoal sketch on canvas Made them laugh but now they see That the artist had a vision That the wind could set us free It's a bridge until tomarrow Taking us beyond the sun As the artist paints his picture The story's just begun Analyzing, criticizing Fear of the unknown Theorizing, visualizing The road to take us home If it takes forever Someone's gonna fly We may never get to heaven But still we're gonna try Watching the birds As they sail on the wind One day to fly Vocals- Graham Dye Guitars Ian Bairnson Drums Stuart Elliott Bass John Giblin Piano and Keyboards Gary Sanctuary The Philharmonia Orchestra conducted by Andrew Powell
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