don't look down upon the atmosphere  wings of stealth are broken dreams  don't look back upon your learned years  you seem blind to what you've seen  now i see how far the ground  has fallen down and round and round    time is a river and life flows away  into the valley of dreams you've made  soon i'll be surfing that cold astral plane  where the dreams and the nightmares are one and the same    don't look now upon your history  dead end streets of futures spurned  don't look up to all you wish to be  winding path of your sojourn  can you see how far the ground  has fallen down and round and round    time is a river and life flows away  into the valley of dreams you've made  soon i'll be surfing that cold astral plane  where the dreams and the nightmares are one and the same