I wandered home though the silent streets
And fell into a fitful sleep
Escape to realms beyond the night
Dream – can’t you show me the light
I stand a---top a spi---ral stair
An o---ra---cle confronts me there
He leads me on, light years away
Through astral nights, galactic days
I see the works of gifted hands
That grace this strange and wond--rous land
I see the hand of man arise
With hungry mind and o-----pen eyes
They left the pla--net long ago
The elder race still learn and grow
Their po---wer grows with purpose strong
To claim the home where they belong
Home to tear the Temples down
Home to change