Ship of white light in the sky, nobody there to reason why.
Here i am, i'm not really there, smiling faces ever so rare.
A let's walk in deepest space, living here just isn't the place.
Stalks of light come from the ground, when i cry there isn't a sound.
All my feelings cannot be held, i'm happy in my new strange world.
Shades of green grasses twine, girls drinking plasma wine.
A look at love, a dream unfolds, living here, you'll never grow old.
Don't you hear me call?
Steve Harris

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