To paint the deserts blue and grey With songs of open roads To write dramatic scenes For a stage beneath the eyelid To make the moments pause To freeze them for a while With counterpoints of dreams When night and day unite The secret tunes ignite This strange desire This inner-mounting fire Stretching out life With restless, beating hearts This mystic engine, This underlying surge Along the lonely miles, Along the highways from the soul To move and shake the world With astounding thoughts To weave the fabric of a profound dream An enigmatic theme When you and I unite The images ignite This strange desire This inner-mounting fire Stretching out life to see what it means This mystic engine, This underlying surge Along the lucky miles Along the highways from the soul To paint the cities red and green With songs of open roads To make the moments pause To freeze them for a while With a vivid sense of change For each age is a dream that is dying Or one that is coming to birth