Текст песни 2112: V. Oracle: The Dream - Rush

I wandered home through silent streets
And fell into a fitful sleep
Escaped to realms beyond the night
Dream, can't you show me the light?
I stand atop of spiral stairs
An oracle confronts me there
He leads me on lightyears away
Through astral nights, galactic days
I see the works of gifted hands
That grace the strange and wondrous land
I see the hand of man arise
With hungry mind and open eyes
They left our planets long ago
The Elder Race still learn and grow
Their power grows with purpose strong
To claim the home where they belong
Home, to tear the Temples down
Home, to change