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(Winwood/Capaldi) Locked out of Eden for failing the test They just can't live like all of the rest Speaking in tongues without any rhyme Ragged outcasts on the wastelands of time Easy rider coming down the road, easy rider overload Looking for sometime, somewhere, some place Sometime, somewhere, some space Sometime, somewhere, some grace, But nowhere is their freedom Red flames of fire reflect in her eye Masked by the smoke that's floating on high Seizing the road, reaches the sky, Like a falcon she just wants to fly Dark clouds gather on the edge of the mist Hear her laughter and she's gone There's always one more mountain to climb But we are all lost, travelers in time, a long way from home You always fear what you don't understand Choosing to live in Disneyland They polish the children, they polish the grass Definitely in a different class All is magic on a mushroom ride It's so tragic when you realize Aus Songtexte Mania