Hot streets down below me All the people moving slowly As they search each other's faces For a trace of hope Concealed beneath their laughter And it's only love they're after Mountains lie before me Skies ahead are looking stormy As the highway driver braces For a race with time To reach a destination Of his own imagination A child of the sky A rider on the wind I can fly A prisoner of time A dimensional crime Lost am I Winter stars above me With a woman who can love me And moonlight swept embraces Fill my space with joy and peace The sweet vibrations Of a lover's celebration
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