D-Rider - Hawkwind

We’re children playing in the sun

A sense of freedom on the run

We never knew what time it was

We just knew how sublime it was

Our course determined by our stars

My momma knows just where we are

The Earth was forming from below

A dragon showed which way to go

Spacing out, we’re spacing in

Phasing out, we’re phasing in

Turning up by burning out

Lifting off and gazing in

Our luck, it changes with the tide

Our constellations changing side

Macro mirror-image fades

Our over-conscience colour shades

We’re astral-planing, floating free

On our continuum frequency

A ring was formed out of the stone

Metamorphose, tetraform

Spacing out by spacing in

Phasing out by phasing in

Turning up by burning out

Lifting off and gazing in

Our luck, it changes with the tide

Our constellations changing side

As macro mirror-image fades

Our over-conscience colour shades

We’re astral-planing, floating free

On our continuum frequency

A ring was formed out of the stone

Metamorphose, tetraform

Spacing out by spacing in

Phasing out by phasing in

Turning up by burning out

Lifting off and gazing in