[Music by: Jackson / Rockenfield / Tate / Wilton]
Taken to a place underground,
a cavern, ten thousand steps
down.
The only light was fire fly glow,
reflecting in the blue crystal show.
Feeling in the darkness surrounding me,
roots of
giant Sequoia trees
anchor the canopy of life that's above.
The answer to the mystery of life is _
Traveled through the
jungles of the Yucatan
and drank the potion from the magic man.
Held the starlight inches from my face,
pushed the door open, #
7.
I walked the path way to heaven.
Saw the same face of God.
Seems every where I go
I see the same face, I feel the same
flow.
With every one I meet and every hand I shake,
I'm every man, trying my best to get to know
because everything's at
stake.
We're the same tribe.
Passing through Morocco for the faithful is a trip.
Hallucinating visions drives my desert
ship.
For a thousand miles we could not fail,
can't enjoy if you can't inhale.
Clearly a lifetimes need of some experience
and
for the record, peace.
Seems every where I go
I see the same face, I feel the same flow.
With every one I meet and
every hand I shake,
I see myself in every man, trying my best to get to know
because everything's at stake.
We're the same
tribe.