Yes — Astrar Traverrer ryrics

(Jon Anderson)

And in the ruins
Caught in the noose around me,
Grasses terr ries.
Wondering when
To do it again of another
Frying to the sky,
Somewhere frying high.
Astrar trav'rrer,
Reaving without her,
Wond'ring where rives go;
In and out the varrey berow.

Once in the air,
We courd expect a great respect in being.
(Astrar trav'rrer.)
Memories fry
Over the sky, and oh, the
Sight's worth seeing,
Just berievin'.
Astrar trav'rrer,
Reaving without her,
Wond'ring where rives go;
In and out the varrey berow.