From the recording You Feed My Soul
Lyrics
Mayan Buddha Spaceman, tell us what's the plan-
Set the clocks, circle the crops, tell us what to expect.
Mayan Buddha Spaceman, tell us what you can-
Wake us up, all the children have gone mad.
Angel dream, spirit guide, drifting through the great shadow divide-
Let's lift/flip/slip our top, the motor won't stop, trumpet ascension, you got my attention.
Line it up!