Farm inside of the sea
Touch of the breeze
Bread is to man like hay is to beast
Honey from a weed
For to make his mead
Grown sweet from a bitter seed

He inhales the fragrance
Of the Wilderness
Four men step upon Queen Anne's lace
Scarlet to Mars, bed of hay
Driftwood dries for the evening fire

How in the world did we get this far?
Driving around in our motorcars
Where in the world can we see the stars?
Hollywood, Greece or Mars

Onions for fish
A wish for a wish
Bread is to man, hay is to beast
Amber wine for his lunchtime
Beans for soup from his garden green

Weary feet after a day of heat
Bed of hay, scarlet to Mars
Spine of the mountain, marbled green
Honey from a weed
For to make his mead

How in the world did we get this far?
Driving around in our motorcars
Where in the world can we see the stars?
Hollywood, Greece or Mars

A farm inside of the sea
Touch of the breeze
Bread is to man like hay is to beast
Honey from a weed
For to make his mead
Grown sweet from a bitter seed

Bread is to man like hay is to beasty

How in the world did we get this far?
Driving around in our motorcars
Where in the world can we see the stars?
Hollywood, Greece or Mars

How in the world did we get this far?