TEMPUS FUGIT

Born in the night
She would run like a leopard
That freaks at the sight
Of a mind close beside herself
And the nearer I came
How the country would change
She was using the landscape
To hide herself.

More in the mind
Than the body this feeling
A sense at the end
Of a circular line
That is drawn at an angle
I see when I’m with you
To navigate waters and finally answer to-yes.

If you were there you would want to be near me
Innocence, you could hold all the materials
And though nothing would really be living
It would shock Your fall into landing light
In the north sky time flies fast to the morning
The cold of the dawn it meant nothing to us
You were keeping your best situation
An answer to-yes

(Yes, Yes) And the moment I see you
(Yes, Yes) It’s so good to be near you
(Yes, Yes) And the feeling you give me
(Yes, Yes) Makes me want to be with you
(Yes, Yes) From the moment you tell me – yes

If you could see all the roads I have travelled
Towards some unusable last equilibrium
Run like an athlete and die like a dead beaten speed-freak
An answer to all of your answers to-yes

In the north sky time flies faster than morning
The cold of the dawn it meant nothing to us
You were keeping your best situation
An answer to Yes

(Yes, Yes) And the moment I see you
(Yes, Yes) It’s so good to be near you
(Yes, Yes) And the feeling you give me
(Yes, Yes) Makes me want to be with you
(Yes, Yes) If we wait for an answer
(Yes, Yes) Will the silence be broken
(Yes, Yes) Should we wait for an answer
(Yes, Yes) Do we leave it unspoken

WRITTEN BY

Jon Anderson/Steve Howe/Rick Wakeman

ARRIVING UFO

I could not take it, oh, so seriously, really
When you called and said you’d seen a UFO
But then it dawned on me the message in writing
Spelt out a meeting never dreamed of before

I looked out in the night
Strange and startling
Was this voice of time just saying

There’s got to be a linking of everyone
Got to be a center
It all comes flooding back

Arriving through eons of times
Immortal power of the future to behold
Vessels of a different impression
None that we could ever hope to have known

So look out in the night
Once they arrive
On that perennial light

Impress a bolder empire of energy
In the ships we see
The coming of outer space

You say there’s no reason to conjure
With the force as it has been known to be seen
You say I’m a fool, a believer
Put your feet on the earth, it is green

But look out in the night
Wait for they arrive
To start such sciences anew

Here it is the coming of outer space
Such a pure delight
The coming of outer space

Look out, look out
Look out, look out
Look out, look out
Look out

WRITTEN BY

Jon Anderson/Steve Howe/Rick Wakeman

HEART OF THE SUNRISE

Love comes to you and you follow
Lose one on to the heart of the sunrise
SHARP-DISTANCE
How can the wind with it’s arms
All around me

Lost on a wave and then after
Dream on on to the heart of the sunrise
SHARP-DISTANCE
How can the wind with so many around me
Lost in the city

Lost in their eyes as you hurry by
Counting the broken ties they decide
Love comes to you and then after
Dream on on to the heart of the sunrise
Lost on a wave that you’re dreaming
Dream on on to the heart of the sunrise
SHARP-DISTANCE
How can the wind with it’s arms all around
Me
SHARP-DISTANCE
How can the wind with so many around me
I feel lost in the city

Lost in their eyes as you hurry by
Counting the broken ties they decided

Straightt light moving and removing
SHARPNESS of the colour sun shine
Straight light searching all the meanings
Of the song
Long last treatment of the telling that
Relates to all the words sung
Dreamer easy in the chair that really fits
You

Love comes to you and then after
Dream on on to the heart of the sunrise
SHARP-DISTANCE
How can the wind with it’s arms all around
Me
SHARP-DISTANCE
How can the wind with so many around me
I feel lost in the city

WRITTEN BY

Jon Anderson/Chris Squire/Bill Bruford

STARSHIP TROOPER

Sister bluebird flying high above
Shine your wings forward to the sun
Hide the myst’ries of life on your way
Though you’ve seen them, please don’t say a word
What you don’t know, I have never heard

Starship trooper, go sailing on by
Catch my soul, catch the very light
Hide the moment from my eager eye
Though you’ve seen them, please don’t tell a soul
What you can’t see, can’t be very whole

Speak to me of summer
Long winters longer than time can remember
The setting up of other roads
To travel on in old accustomed ways
I still remember the talks by the water
The proud sons and daughter
That knew the knowledge of the land
Spoke to me in sweet accustomed ways

Mother life, hold firmly on to me
Catch my knowledge higher than the day
Lose as much as only you can show
Though you’ve seen me, please don’t say a word
What I don’t know, I have never shared

Loneliness is a power that we possess to give or take away forever
All I know can be shown by your acceptance of the facts there shown before you
Take what I say in a different way and it’s easy to say that this is all confusion
As I see a new day in me, I can also show it you and you may follow

Speak to me of summer
Long winters longer than time can remember
The setting up of other roads
To travel on in old accustomed ways
I still remember the talks by the water
The proud sons and daughter
That knew the knowledge of the land
Spoke to me in sweet accustomed ways

WRITTEN BY

Jon Anderson/Chris Squire/Steve Howe

AWAKEN

High vibration go on
To the sun, oh let my heart dreaming
Past a mortal as me
Where can I be

Wish the sun to stand still
Reaching out to touch our all being
Past all mortal as we
Here we can be
(He can be here)
(Be here now)
Here we can be

Suns | High | Streams | Through
Awaken gentle mass touch
(Gentle mass touch)
Awaken gentle mass touch
(Gentle mass touch)

Strong | Dreams | Reign | Here
Awaken gentle mass touch
(Gentle mass touch)
Awaken gentle mass touch
(Gentle mass touch)
Awaken gentle mass touch

(Star | Song)

Star | Song | Age | Less
Awaken gentle mass touching
(Gentle mass touch)
Awaken gentle mass touching
(Gentle mass touch)
Awaken gentle mass touching
Touching…
Touching…
Touching…

Workings of man
Set to ply out historical life
Reregaining the flower of the fruit of his tree
All awakening
All restoring you

Workings of man
Crying out from the fire set aflame
By his blindness to see that the warmth of his being
Is promised for his seeing his reaching so clearly

Workings of man
Driven far from the path
Rereleased in inhibitions
So that all is left for you
All is left for you
All is left for you
All is left for you NOW…

Master of images
Songs cast a light on you
Hark thru dark ties
That tunnel us out of sane existence
In challenge as direct
As eyes see young stars assemble

Master of light
All pure chance
As exists cross divided
In all encircling mode
Oh closely guided plan
Awaken in our heart

Master of soul
Set to touch
All impenetrable youth
Ask away
That thought be contact
With all that’s clear
Be honest with yourself
There’s no doubt no doubt

Master of time
Setting sail
Over all our lands
And as we look
Forever closer
Shall we now bid
Farewell farewell…

High vibration go on
To the sun, oh let my heart dreaming
Past a mortal as me
Where can I be

Wish the sun to stand still
Reaching out to touch our own being
Past all mortal as we
Here we can be

Like the time I ran away
Turned around and you were standing close to me
Like the time I ran away
Turned around and you were standing close to me

WRITTEN BY

Jon Anderson/Steve Howe

SOUND CHASER

Faster moment spent spread tales of change within the sound,
Counting form through rhythm electric freedom
Moves to counterbalance stars expound our conscience
All to know and see the look in your eyes.

Passing time will reach as nature relays to set the scene,
New encounters spark a true fruition,
Guiding lines we touch them, our bodies balance out the waves
As we accelerate our days to the look in your eyes.

From the moment I reached out to hold, I felt a sound,
And what touches our soul slowly moves as touch rebounds.
And to know that tempo will continue
Lost in trance of dances as rhythm takes another turn,
As is my want, I only reach to look in your eyes.

WRITTEN BY

Jon Anderson/Chris Squire/Steve Howe/Patrick Moraz/Alan White

RITUAL

Nous sommes du soleil we love when we play
Nous sommes du soleil we love when we play

Open doors we find our way
We look we see we smile
Surely daybreaks cross our path
And stay maybe a while

Let them run, let them chase
Let them hide between
Constant doors will open eyes
As life seems like
Life seems like a
Fight, fight, fight

Maybe I’ll just sing awhile
And then give you a call
Maybe I’ll just say hello
And say maybe that’s all

Hurry home as love is true
Will help us through the night
Till we’re coming home again
Our life seems like
Life seems like a
Fight, fight, fight

Catch as we look and use the passions that flow
As we try to continue
We receive all we venture to give

Maybe we’ll just stand awhile
And surely we can call
Dreams are said to blossom courage
Constant to the soul

Change we must as surely time does
Changes call the course
Held inside we enter daybreaks
Asking for asking four
The source
The source
The source
Sent as we sing our music’s total retain

As we try and consider
We receive all we venture to give
All we sai is our
Soul constant sight listener
We won’t tender our song clearer
Till we sail
Then I will be there
And I will be there
As clearer companions
Shall call to be near you
They move around tell me that
Move around surely sing
As they don’t seem to matter at all
At all at all

Hold me my love, hold me today call me round
Travel we say, wander we chchoose love tune
Lay upon me, hold me around lasting hours
We love when we play

We hear a sound and alter our returning
We drift the shadows and course our way back home
Flying home
Going home

Look me my love sentences move dancing away
We join we receive
As our song memories long hope in a way
Nous sommes do soleil
Hold, me around, lsting ours
We love when we play
Nous sommes do soleil
Nous sommes du soleil
Nous sommes du soleil

WRITTEN BY

Jon Anderson/Chris Squire/Steve Howe/Rick Wakeman/Alan White

SIBERIAN KHATRU

Sing, bird of prey
Beauty begins at the foot of you, do you believe the manner?
Gold stainless nail
Torn through the distance of man as they regard the summit

Even Siberia goes through the motions, hold out and hold up
Hold down the window (outbound, river)
Hold out the morning that comes into view (bluetail, tailfly)
River running right on over my head

How does she sing?
Who holds the ring and ring and you will find me coming?
Cold reigning king
Hold all the secrets from you as they produce the movement

Even Siberia goes through the motions, hold out and hold up
Hold down the window (outbound, river)
Hold out the morning that comes into view (bluetail, tailfly)
River running right over the outboard, river
Bluetail, tailfly
Luther in time
Dood’ndoodit, dah, d’t-d’t-dah

Hold down the window
Hold out the morning that comes into view
Warm side, the tower
Green leaves reveal the heart spoken Khatru

Gold stainless nail
Torn through the distance of man as they regard the summit
Cold reigning king
Shelter the women that sing as they produce the movement
River running right on over
Then over my head outboard, river

Bluetail, tailfly
Luther in time
Suntower asking
Cover, lover
June cast, moon fast
As one changes
Heart gold, leaver
Soul mark, mover
Christian, changer
Called out, saviour
Moon gate, climber
Turn round, glider

WRITTEN BY

Jon Anderson/Steve Howe/Rick Wakeman

FIVE PER CENT FOR NOTHING

[Instrumental]

WRITTEN BY

Bill Bruford

NO OPPORTUNITY NECESSARY, NO EXPERIENCE NEEDED

Step out in the night
When you get lonely
Listen for the sounds
City ears don’t hear
I know your cross is gettin’ heavier
With every step
Every step
But I know a man
Who walked miles for you
Stop
Stay where you are
Take a look at yourself
Take a good look at yourself
Can’t turn to mama
Cause she’d only tell you she told you so
That some of us are still learning
That the real trick to life we all know

The lights flashed today
At the dawnin’
Daytime, nighttime
We still don’t see
Why must we wait until mornin’
To wake up and be
Wake up and be
Wake up and be
Wake up and BE

Now, you and I both know there’s no such thing as up and down
And even when your problems got you goin’ ’round and ’round
Gotta talk like a man to poppa
‘Cause he don’t understand that other stuff
Since we’re part of the cross
he’s been carryin’
I think our end has been draggin’
Long enough.
All right, all right,
All right, all right, all right,
Pick it up, pick it up,
Pick it up, pick it up!

WRITTEN BY

Richie Havens

NO CLOWNS

[Instrumental]

WRITTEN BY

Jon Anderson