The Alan Parsons Project

Where does a dream belong
Locked in the mind on the edge of time
Like a ship lost in a storm
How do we find the key
Longing to see, through the artist's eye
Maybe only birds can fly
The man must be insane who knows
A mind alive with images so strange
So close but never rode the sky
Watching the birds as they sail on the wind
Trying to figure out the reason why
Picturing wings held together with string
One day to fly
Someone said and I believe
Try if you dare, you can walk on air
A dream is all you need
A circle that takes you high
Lighter than air as the Earth goes by
Through a spiral in the sky
The man must be insane who knows
A mind alive with images so strange
So close but never rode the sky