Sitting On A Star

(album: Wake Up...It's Tomorrow - 1968)

Glittering silver of solitude
In the darkest whisk of blue purple
Just the enchantment of fulfilling your wish
The wish you made to be there

Just sitting on a star
With clothes of laced velvet
And a clear mind to think

Not just five but a circle of points
Extending transversely of their core
Giving the glisten to your hair and eyes
That show your anguish to be there

Just sitting on a star
With clothes of laced velvet
And you think who you are

Sunday nights can't be all that they seem
When you get there you'll know what I mean

When you've reached it you can find peace and truth
Two things so hard to find here
Making your life so worth living to the end
Live on a throne now that you're there

Just sitting on a star
With clothes of laced velvet
And you think where you are