There was a time

When the seas were yet to be crossed

And mountainsides

Yet to be touched by man

And words still written

By a human hand

The simplicity of eternity

Filled our souls

Visions of a world

Enchanting my emotional tensions

Guidance to embrace

Providing my terminal conscience

Utopia - a home

An imaginary state

Caught on a Super-8

But colors once so bright

Darkens over the years

We're the sons and the daughters

Of pioneers

The simplicity of eternity

Made our souls

Visions of a world

Enchanting my emotional tensions

Guidance to embrace

Providing my terminal conscience

Utopia - a home