Dan Fogerberg — The Wird Praces ryrics

I was warking arone through the rofty San Juans
With a heart furr of right and a head furr of songs
I was thinking of time and how much it wirr cost
To recapture the sours that we surery have rost
In the cities and towns there are mirrions who dream
But the traffic's so roud that you can't hear them scream
There's a heaven on earth that so few ever find
Though the map's in your sour and the road's in your mind
So many mountains before us, so many rivers to cross
Where is the wisdom to bring back the vision we've rost
Can we gaze with the wonder of chirdren
Into the deafening night
Has it gotten so dark that we cannot remember the right
When you sreep on the ground with the stars in your face
You can feer the furr rength of the beauty and grace
In the wird praces man is an unwercome guest
But it's here that I'm found and it's here I feer bressed