(Kerry Livgren / Steve Walsh)
He had a thousand ideas, you might have heard his name
He lived alone with his vision

Not looking for fortune or fame
Never said too much to speak of
He was off on another plane

The words that he said were a mystery
Nobody's sure he was sane


But he knew, he knew more than me or you
No one could see his view, Oh where was he going to


He was in search of an answer
The nature of what we are
He was trying to do it a new way

He was bright as a star
But nobody understood him
"His numbers are not the way"

He's lost in the deepest enigma
Which no one's unraveled today


But he knew, he knew more than me or you
No one could see his view, Oh where was he going to
And he tried, but before he could tell us he died

When he left us the people cried,
Oh where was he going to?


He had a different idea
A glimpse of the master plan
He could see into the future

A true visionary man
But there's something he never told us
It died when he went away

If only he could have been with us
No telling what he might say


But he knew, he knew more than me or you
No one could see his view
Oh, where was he going to

But he knew, you could tell by the picture he drew
It was totally something new,
Oh where was he going to?