Rush — Mystic Rhythms A Show of Hands

So many things I think about When I look far away Things I know — things I wonder Things I’d like to say The more we think we know about The greater the unknown We suspend our disbelief And we are not alone — Mystic rhythms — capture my thoughts And carry them away Mysteries of night Escape the light of day Mystic rhythms — under northern lights Or the African sun Primitive things stir The hearts of everyone We sometimes catch a window A glimpse of what’s beyond Was it just imagination Stringing us along? More things than are dreamed about Unseen and unexplained We suspend our disbelief And we are entertained — Mystic rhythms — capture my thoughts And carry them away Nature seems to spin A supernatural way Mystic rhythms — under city lights Or a canopy of stars We feel the powers And we wonder what they are We feel the push and pull Of restless rhythms from afar