Let the wheels in the sky go round and round, Let the sun and the moon go up and down,
Let the singing stars be my glory crown, And the chariots gonna carry me home.
When the night is a curtain of velvet blue, And a fallen star splits the sky in two,
And Orion smiles, then Ezekiel knew, That a chariot would carry him home.
Let the wheels in the sky go round and round, Let the sun and the moon go up and down,
Let the singing stars be my glory crown, And the chariots gonna carry me home.
Satellites fall and we need more room, Men make war and walk on the moon,
If there's anybody up there, hear this tune, And send a chariot to carry me home.
Let the wheels in the sky go round and round, Let the sun and the moon go up and down,
Let the singing stars be my glory crown, And the chariots gonna carry me home.
On all the stars like grains of sand, On every world where life began,
Where such a tiny thing as man, Dreams of chariots to carry him home.
So let the wheels in the sky go round and round, Let the sun and the moon go up and down,
Let the singing stars be my glory crown, And the chariots gonna carry me home.
Some trust in legends of old, Some trust in coins of gold,
Some try to save their soul, Some trust in chariots,
Some search for a glory throne, In a universe unknown.
I trust we're not alone, I trust in chariots.
So let the wheels in the sky go round and round, Let the sun and the moon go up and down,
Let the singing stars be my glory crown, And the chariots gonna carry me home.
So let the wheels in the sky go round and round, Let the sun and the moon go up and down,
Let the singing stars be my glory crown, And the chariots gonna carry me home.
Preachers and professors watching from below, Looking for the answers they'll never know,
Why the fools will stay when the dreamers go, On the chariots that carry them home.
So let the wheels in the sky go round and round, Let the sun and the moon go up and down,
Let the singing stars be my glory crown, And the chariots gonna carry me home.
So let the wheels in the sky go round and round, Let the sun and the moon go up and down,
Let the singing stars be my glory crown, And the chariots gonna carry me home.
Swing low, sweet chariot, Comin' for to carry me home.
Swing low, sweet chariot, Comin' for to carry me home.
Home.