(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-ac