(Jon Anderson/Chris Squire)

On the silent wings of freedom

Where I ofer myself midst the balancing of the sun

On the winds of celestial seasons

That would carry me on, midst the balance of being one

On the dream of our love eternal

That will eventually bring our living once more with you

Where we are coming from

Or where we go

We only know e come with sound

Where we are coming from

Or where we go

We only know we go around and around

On the back of your forty-second screamdown

Do you choose to be lost midst the challenge of being one

On the flight of regardless feelings

As you hurtle to fear midst the challenge of everyone

On the darkest night so painful

Do you hunger for love midst the torture of being one

On the passing light of easing

Have you seen you inside midst the being of everyone

To the common goal of freedom

Where we offer ourselves midst the balancing of the sun

Where we are coming froom

Or where we go

We only know we come with sound

Where we are coming from

Or where we go

We only know we go around and around