Rick Wakeman
"Part III, The Spaceman"

Astral planes, the unknown sense,
Lives on past human life.
No man can sense the whole,
The missing sense his soul.
Governed by an unknown factor,
Fiction in our life.
No man can sense it whole,
The missing sense his soul.

Take us to your leader,
To the man who rules the mind.
Reincarnate knowledge,
As the soul reborn unwinds.
All life's secrets now unfold,
The mind begins to glow,
As helpless, watching living man,
Destroys and doesn't know.

Spaceman living in his suicide mind,
Odyssey colours for the soul to find.
Vision blurred by cutting knife
Seeping blood from dying life.

Spaceman help me to leave this hell,
Save my living music cell.
Brain's destroyed, my body's cold.
Leave the ruins, music soul.
Brain's destroyed, my body's cold.
Leave the ruins, music soul.

Astral planes, the unknown sense,
Lives on past human life.
No man can sense the whole,
The missing sense his soul.
Governed by an unknown factor,
Fiction in our life.
No man can sense it whole,
The missing sense his soul.

Take us to your leader,
To the man who rules the mind.
Reincarnate knowledge,
As the soul reborn unwinds.
All life's secrets now unfold,
The mind begins to glow,
As helpless, watching living man,
Destroys and doesn't know.

Inbuilt into human form
A symphony of sight and sound
Life direction in music found
Or left to die unborn.