Star Tripper - Harry Chapin

I have fused some crystal images from common grains of sand

And if I haven’t reached the heavens, I’ve surely learned to fly

I’ve been caught up in the soaring and the touching of the sky

But the startripper’s coming on back home now

It’s a crazy blind man’s journey he’s been on

The startripper’s lost and all alone now

And it’s your face he’d like to look upon

Yes, he’s praying that you won’t be long gone

They put you in a capsule, they send you towards the sun

They carve you into plastic before you orbit’s done

And all the scribes and seers they chorus out your name

Though the photographs and headlines change the story stays the same

So the startripper’s coming on back home now

It’s a crazy blind man’s journey he’s been on

The startripper’s lost and all alone now

And it’s your face he’d like to look upon

Yes, he’s praying that you won’t be long gone

I thought that I was soaring like an eagle

I thought that I was roaring like the wind

I thought that I had surely reached the end now

But I can’t remember anywhere I’ve been

Was I looking for a star or something else behind it?

Whatever I was looking for, I surely dod not find it

And for all my sky high journeys the only thing I know

Is that you almost always lose yourself when you let yourself go

So the startripper’s coming on back home now

It’s a crazy blind man’s journey he’s been on

The startripper’s lost and all alone now

And it’s your face he’d like to look upon

Yes, he’s praying that you won’t be long gone