I have made a little music in some corners of the land   I have fused some crystal images from common grains of sand   If I haven't reached the heavens, I've surely learned to fly   I've been caught up in the soaring and the touching of the sky      But the star tripper's coming on back home now   It's a crazy blind man's journey, he's been on   The star tripper's lost and all alone now   And it's your face he'd like to look upon   Yes, he's praying that you won't be long gone      They put you in a capsule, they send you towards the sun   They carve you into plastic before your orbit's done   And all the scribes and seers they chorus out your name   Though the photographs and headlines change, the story stays the same      So the star tripper's coming on back home now   It's a crazy blind man's journey, he's been on   The star tripper's lost and all alone now   And it's your face he'd like to look upon   Yes, he's praying that you won't be long gone      I thought that I was soaring like an eagle   I thought that I was roaring like the wind   I thought that I had surely reached the end now   But I can't remember anywhere I've been      Was I looking for a star or something else behind it?   Whatever I was looking for, I surely did not find it   And for all my sky high journeys the only thing I know   Is that you almost always lose yourself when you let yourself go      So the star tripper's coming on back home now   It's a crazy blind man's journey, he's been on   The star tripper's lost and all alone now   And it's your face he'd like to look upon   Yes, he's praying that you won't be long gone