Traveler John Lyrics

be in the beauty of being
dwell on the morrow to rob the beauty of seeing
onto future in computers, we blast up the past
the now is completing
we've found and accepted the greetings
from the guardians who gather in meetings
more than ever competing
when the power is fleeting

satellite passerby
in the temple of the sky
rain down cognition
reflecting all sides

I stand still to bring about my own
my very own
I stand still to bring about my own
on a wobbly wagon pulled by a confused mule
the ground I stand on pulled by a confused mule

be in the beauty of being
dwell on the morrow to rob the beauty of seeing
onto future in computers, we blast from the past
the now is completing
we've found and accepted the greetings
you've got what you asked for