Mystic Rhythms [A Show of Hands] Rush

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 —