When the everywhere-eye. Asks you. Who is the emperor. Of the sky. Take the Archangel's Thunderbird. . Go to Edgar Allen. In the tower of sleep. He'll tell you a story.
Blow on my bugle, I want my drum. Look out, look out chill'n now, something's come'n on. Shout it from the mountain up to anyone you see. Aire of good feeling come'n over me.
I was waiting, I was singing. I was standing patiently. Who would wait this long for me. Who's gonna sing a song for me. . I was smiling, I was walking.