• Come on baby I don't know anymore about anything
    You know you must come with me,
    Follow me, I will lead the way to were the children play,
    Ride the wing, to were the people sing,
    Come with me and we shall be set free,
    Follow me and ride the wing,

    Upon the door of entrance,
    Lies a man of great things,
    A man capable of greatness,
    A man who has flew high,
    A shaman, who rides the snake,
    A man who sings about the end,
    and fires, and getting higher,
    He rides his own wing.

    Now Come on,Follow me on my ride to the sky,
    As we fly so very high on our wing,
    We shall fly so high no one will care,
    There will be no one to interfere,
    Only me and you and you and me,
    If you ask why,
    You will know if you just
    Ride The Wing