Standing in our stockinged feet
on the surface of an alien world ,
wondering whether we can ever go back
go back go back again to that
place where we started from ?
So very far away so very
long ago that somehow we left
somehow find ourselves in our
stockinged feet standing and staring
staring across an unfamiliar horizon
wrought of jewels burnished with gold ,
dazzling and shining and when
all is done and all is told
we simply stand with one question
remaining on our lips ,
How do we get back home ?