Lyrics:

(Waters, Gilmour, Mason, Wright)In a while I'll find the time to make the sunshine mineIn a smile I saw a single needle in the skyWheeling, soaring, gliding byOn a hill a little man with many shining thingsShiny pool, a shiny car and shiny diamond ringsWining, dining, shining kingAnd the eagle flies in clear blue skysBreathing in the clear blue airBack here on the ground another dealer coughs and diesAnd fifty more come rolling offThe Ford production lineThen a man appearing like up in our on the sandIn his hand a moving picture of the crumbling landScreaming, scheming, movie manHere we go, hold your nose and see if something blowsClose your eyes, count to ten and see the sunrise riseClimbing, higher, to the skyClimbing all the birds a lake the dove the liesOn the finger of the kingOn high the eagle spies the glitter of a gunAnd wheeling in a climbing turn he flies into the sun