I SOAR
AS THE MOTE IN GOD'S EYE
WHERE THE THERMALS STORM
AND THE HERONS CRY

ALL'S AFRICA
AS RED AS RUST
WHERE THE THORN ACACIAS
MEET THE GOLD PLAINS DUST

I SEE, I SEE
WHERE LEO STAKES ANOTHER KILL
AND THE AARDVARK BREAK UPON ANT'S HILL
I HEAR
THE PACKS HIGH PITCHED CRIES
AS THFY FALL FROM FAST WITH HEAVING SIDES

IN THE JET'S STEAM
I'LL PLOT STAR COURSE
IN THE VAULTED HALLS
OF VALHALLA'S SOURCE