We follow our instinct

We're livin' in between

The struggle of the races

Continues on the scene

A million miles above us

The spirit is unseen

Beyond our small horizon

It's got a perfect dream

We travel through the ages

We follow our dreams

But the spirit of a free world

Is the final dream

The sun, the wind and water

All we really need

We waste our time

To satisfy our greed

We travel through the ages

The world remains obscene

But the spirit of a free world

Is the final dream

We're about to lose control now

The prophecy is clear

Does it help to sigh and hope with sentimental fear?

S.O.S. no more lifeboats here

If I could ask the Maker

About the master plan

Could He give an answer

Would I understand?

Our ignorance will drive us on

The world remains obscene

But the spirit of a free world

Is the final dream