Out of the Blue - Alan Parsons

Out of the blue, I come sailing

Through the years, through the years

What do I do, now that I’ve seen

All our hopes, and all of our fears

And I’m riding, the lonely highway

I’m the man, from out of the blue

Yes I’m riding, the lonely highway

I’m the man, from out of the blue

I travel far, yet no distance

I’m still here, always here

So follow the call, to our senses

Still there’s hope, behind the fear

And I’m riding, the lonely highway

I’m the man, from out of the blue

And I’m riding, the lonely highway

I’m the man, from out of the blue

Yes I’m riding, the lonely highway

I’m the man, from out of the blue

From out of the blue…