| I see something in the distance |
| Where the sky meets the land |
| It might just be a shadow |
| It could be a bird |
| I know if I go over |
| It won’t be the same |
| Across the burning distance |
| Across the burning plains |
| I’d love to make it over |
| Where the sky meets the land |
| I’m aware of the distance |
| I’m aware of the time |
| They say it’s all about the journey |
| Not your destination |
| I don’t know how I’ll get there |
| I’ll have to use my imagination |
| But still we go on searching |
| For something we can’t see |
| But still we go lookin' |
| For something we’ll never be Now the sky is growing darker |
| The time ain’t on our side |
| Soon we’ll hear the creatures of the night |
| Then it will be time to hide |
| The Bells are Ringing |
| We try for the summit |
| And hope for care again |
| Hear me when I say it And hope for treasure there |
| Hey Now, Aah believe me when I say |
| Aah you’re in for higher praise |
| We cry for the people |
| That have gone before |
| We could learn so much |
| If we only stopped to think |
| Ah believe me when I say |
| Ah you’re in for higher praise |
| We think we know it all |
| But we don’t even know ourselves |
| It’s time to ask those questions |
| And seek the knowledge out |
| Ah believe me when I say |
| Ah we’re in for higher praise |
| Hey now |