"It is 50000 B.C. The world is almost empty, nature is still untouched by man. Off in the
distance, a clan of apestand. I must be." (Neil Morse, Mark McCrite) In fields of green, vast as the oceans
Is this a dream, is it evermore?
A million years, fast as a notion
I stand alone here on the silent shore I'm after prey in the fields
Shelter in a cave from the cold and lonely nights
And now it all seems so real
Warming at the fireside beneath the pale moonlight This is the dawn of time
I am the first to stand
Looking through the eyes of the primal man
This is the dawn of time
Witnessing the birth
I am the first man on earth The skies of blue reach to the heavens
They go on and on forevermore
No avenues, no city sidewalks
Planet Mars is but ancient lore This place has all that I need
No computers glowing screens, no industrial machines
Somehow it all seems surreal
Memories of days gone by, a slowly fading scene No one here to blame me
No one here to hurt
So much space here to occupy my mind
I can breathe the breath of virgin land The firefly at nighttime
The sounds of nothing known
And I belong here like I never have before
The wandering child returning home When twilight falls, red is the sunset
Planets appear across the colored sky
No prison walls, no war, no bloodshed
Hard to believe this new world will die I wish that I could stay for a while
In the dream world that the sequencer creates
And though it all seems so real
Now I fear the time is gone, I feel its heavy weight Hold on to this moment in time
Savor a li.
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