Hawkwind - D-rider

W^C#me're children playing in the sun A s^Aense of freedom on the run We n^C#mever knew what time it was We j^Aust knew how sublime it was Our c^C#mourse determined by our stars My m^Aomma knows just where we are The ^C#mEarth was forming from below A dr^Aagon showed which way to go

Sp^Abacing out, we're sp^F#acing in Ph^Abasing out, we're ph^F#asing in T^Aburning up by b^F#urning out L^Abifting off and g^F#azing ^C#min

Our l^C#muck, it changes with the tide Our c^Aonstellations changing side M^C#macro mirror-image fades Our ^Aover-conscious colour shades We're ^C#mastral-planing, floating free On our cont^Ainuum frequency A r^C#ming was formed out of the stone M^Aetamorphose, terraform