"Amitabha Krishna-Christ Take Me Home."

all the tea in China, all the gold in Bombay

All the turmoil in Karachi and the cell phones in L.A.

All the glitter and confusion that the human eye can see

All the faceless refugees that struggle to be free

All the pain and pleasure, all the life and the death

All the things you're chasing till you run out of breath

All the shopping highways, all the fish in the sea

Let them melt away in moonlight; they mean nothing to me.

Amitabha, Krishna-Christ, take me home

all of these are names for the great unknown

Religions are just training wheels as you learn to ride

But when you find the truth you put them all aside

It depends on what you're after

How the journey is defined

But one thing here is certain

It all happens in the mind

All the shop girls in the windows on the boulevards of time

All the graven images... and Circe with her swine

the striving and surrender, all the bitter and the sweet

I weave into a garland, and I lay it at your feet.

The only thing worth having is the truth that lies beyond

everything you touch and see till the moment you are gone

Love is the only lantern through the darkness and the din.

Keep knocking on the door... someone might let you in

There was a place I used to go... impenetrably deep

the dancing girls were sleeping. I did not dream of sheep

There was sunlight through the window, there was music in the air

in a room of living crystal, and only you were there

Amitabha, Krishna-Christ, take me home

all of these are names for the great unknown

Religions are just training wheels as you learn to ride

When you find the truth you put them all aside

It depends on what you're after

How the journey is defined

But one thing here is certain

It all happens in the mind

Yes, one thing is for certain

It all happens in your mind