Out of the Blue — The Alan Parsons Project

Out of the Blue I come sailing Through the years Through the years What do I do? Now that I've seen All our hopes And all of our fears

And I'm riding a lonely highway I'm the man from out of the blue Yes I'm riding a lonely highway I'm the man from out of the blue

I travel far Yet no distance I'm still here Always here So follow the call To our senses Still there's hope Behind the fear

And I'm riding a lonely highway 'Cause I'm the man from out of the blue

And I'm riding a lonely highway I'm the man from out of the blue

Yes I'm riding a lonely highway I'm the man from out of the blue

From out of the blue