Moody Blues

Blasting, Billowing, Bursting Forth with the
Power of ten billion butterfly sneezes,
Man with his flaming pyre has conquered the wayward breezes,
Climbing to tranquillity far above the cloud,
Conceiving the heavens clear of misty shroud.
Higher and Higher now we've learned to play with fire
We go higher and higher and higher.
Vast vision must improve our sight
and perhaps at last we'll see,
An end to our homes endless blight
and the beginning of the Free,
Climb to tranquillity finding its real worth