Lyrics:

(Bob Welch)It's the same kind of storyThat seems to come down from long agoTwo friends having coffee togetherWhen something flies by their windowIt might be out on that lawnWhich is wide, at least half of a playing fieldBecause there's no explaining what your imaginationCan make you see and feelSeems like a dreamThey got me hypnotizedNow it's not a meaningless questionTo ask if they've been and goneI remember a talk about NorthCarolina and a strange, strange pondYou see the sides were like glassIn the thick of a forest without a roadAnd if any man's ever made that landThen I think it would've showedSeems like a dreamThey got me hypnotizedThey say there's a place down in MexicoWhere a man can fly over mountains and hillsAnd he don't need an airplane or some kind of engineAnd he never willNow you know it's a meaningless questionTo ask if those stories are right'Cause what matters most if the feelingYou get when you're hypnotizedSeems like a dreamThey got me hypnotized