|
I have made a little music in some corners of the land
|
I have fused some crystal images from common grains of sand
|
And 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 startripper's coming on back home now
|
It's a crazy blind man's journey he's been on
|
The startripper'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 you 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 startripper's coming on back home now
|
It's a crazy blind man's journey he's been on
|
The startripper'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 dod 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 startripper's coming on back home now
|
It's a crazy blind man's journey he's been on
|
The startripper'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
|
|
|
|
-----------------
|
Star Tripper
|
| Harry Chapin |
