somehow forgotten through the years
but ya managed around somehow to survive your precious tears 
then they said it was supposed to last forever 
but now it sometimes seems like a dream 
i’ve seen the millions gettin high by the light of the silver sky 
nobody cares or dares anymore, that’s what it seems 
any way i could make you stay ? 
i’d love to see ya shinin your light on the world again
     do you know which way to go ? 
     when the cold wind blows 
     do you think you will run and hide 
     or are ya ready to take a ride ? 

the tears fall like rain n all the plastic people make their merry way
but it doesn’t seem very different than the pain inside their hearts 
that makes them live to play and fight all day and all night 
     singin help me fore i lose my way

people come from miles around just to touch the sky 
some alive and some will try to fly
no one wonders why it’s you and i 
they’ve been putting out of their minds 
     and though the points’re changin
     as we wander down the lonely road
still there seems another chance to be free 
somethin somewhere yet to be

here i stand on the lonely road, 
n a noble voice says: prophet, come to me
n i heard him say in quiet desperation: let it be
     n though the voices’re changin
     everything they say from day to day
still there seems another chance to be free 
somethin somewhere yet to be