In the morning we will wake up and take to the air
Look back at the planet - I'm glued to my chair
Southern half is burning as we climb through the sky
Sea birds softly falling, smoke way up high
There's the contours of the mountains, the deserts and plains
And a hurricane is blowing and it turns once again
Now there's oil spills in the water where columbus once sailed
And there's history and mystery and it's rolling away
I wish I could see this great mystery
Earth and sun and moon, human tribe, thin blue line
Earth and sun and moon, will survive
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