Six o' clock   In the morning, I feel pretty good   So I dropped into the luxury of the Lords   Fighting dragons and crossing swords   With the people against the hordes   Who came to conquer.      Seven o'clock   In the morning, here it comes   I taste the warning and I am so amazed   I'm here today, seeing things so clear this way   In the car and on my way   To Stonehenge.      I'm flying in Winchester cathedral   Sunlight pouring through the break of day.   Stumbled through the door and into the chamber;   There's a lady setting flowers on a table covered lace   And a cleaner in the distance finds a cobweb on a face   And a feeling deep inside of me tells me   This can't be the place      I'm flying in Winchester cathedral.   All religion has to have its day   Expressions on the face of the Saviour   Made me say   I can't stay.      Open up the gates of the church and let me out of here!   Too many people have lied in the name of Christ   For anyone to heed the call.   So many people have died in the name of Christ   That I can't believe it all.      And now I'm standing on the grave of a soldier that died in 1799   And the day he died it was a birthday   And I noticed it was mine.   And my head didn't know just who I was   And I went spinning back in time.   And I am high upon the altar   High upon the altar, high.      I'm flying in Winchester cathedral,   It's hard enough to drink the wine.   The air inside just hangs in delusion,   But given time,   I'll be fine.