I've heard the mission bells singing from the gates of Shambhala

And when they're ringing, the hills that hold them don't seem very far

I've felt the cooling breeze flowing from the trees of Eden

And when it blows here, I know that somewhere there lives a garden

I'm still waiting for the day, I don't have to run away, and I can change my ways

I'm still searching for the place, the last time I saw your face, lost forever now in space

I still think about the ones who said they'd stick around through thick and thin

But in the end, like Sonny said, this life's a solo trip

So, I'm packing all my bags and making plans to find this distant shore

And when I get there, maybe you'll be there to sing and dance a little more

I'm still waiting for the day, I don't have to run away, and I can change my ways

I'm still searching for the place, the last time I saw your face, lost forever now in space

Where the music is filled with wonder

We all get high with one another

And each new companion has only good news to share

Where the children come out to meet you

The town's keepers there to greet you

And the moonbeams shine like our mother's silver hair

Starry-eyed gazing into the sky

Azalea danced up the mountain side