The boy sits in a field, tall grass above his head
And he's thinking of the path that his ancestors did tread
And as he's dreaming of the future, a mist does descend
And he wonders if this is the beginning or is this the end?
And out of the mist a tall creature does appear
His eyes are wide and friendly, his face is full of years
He says, "We're going on a journey in my hot air balloon
And the time is now, so we must get going soon"