When you look at the morning sun. . Do you see what I see. Or could I be the only one. Seeing just what I need. . I envision a different man. Than the one I've become.
riding the night. on his solid gold steed. ready to battle. and answer his need. computerized man. a digital clone. thing from the past. his origin unknown.
(Instrumental). . Then she saw a gramophone. From a time gone long before. Any in this room were born. But tonight it would be heard once more. . For she had found a small handle.