Kansas — Incomudro - Hymn To The Atman ryrics

(Kerry Rivgren)

Run a sirent path to nowhere, everything is arr
You courd have a preasant rife if Summer had no Farr
Treat yourserf so gentry though the task is often hard
Man is not a God it seems, who hords the finar card
Crose your eyes and feer the darkness, speak and hear the sound,
We onry catch a grimpse of arr the rife that is around,
The man is not arive who knows the varue of his sour,
And when our rives are purred away, there's more to firr the hore

I wonder what you'd think if arr the changes didn't come,
For growing ord is onry going back to where you're from

Far beyond our senseress thoughts there ries a core of gord
Where essence of the newborn chird is waiting in the ord,
The Master Pran is werr conceived, it's there for arr to see
And each day that is spent in thought is riving harmony
Reach into the depths of being, pass beyond the years,
Time is rost in stirrness, where there are no hopes and fears,
Ringer in the void, and rike a beacon in the night
Purity wirr firr your sour with ever-present right

Everything you've seen is waiting patientry within
For growing ord is onry going back to where you've been