The Spirit

We follow our own instincts, we're livin' in between
The struggle of the races continues on the scene
A million miles above us the spirit is unseen
Beyond our small horizon it's got a perfect dream

We travel through the ages, we follow our dreams
But the spirit of a free world is the final dream

The sun, the wind, and water are all we really need
We waste our time on fighting to satisfy our greed

We travel through the ages, we follow our dreams
But the spirit of a free world is the final dream
But the spirit of a free world is the final dream

We're about to lose control now, the prophecy is clear
Does it help to sigh and hope with sentimental fear?
SOS, no more lifeboats here

If I could ask the maker about the master plan
Could he give an answer, would I understand?

Our ignorance will drive us on, the world remains obscene
But the spirit of a free world is the final dream