I've been the wild one,I've run through the streets and I've suffered.I've been the quite one,sequestered and smotheredBut I wont mind no time spent to save me,Just trying to be good to the people who raised me.Its been a strong year,with a bright, bright sun.And from here the past looks coldand the future seems a promising oneBut I wont mind no time spent to save me,Just trying to be good to the people who raised meand glide through life without a meaning.On trails torn up between clouds and turf,I wished for you, for what it's worth and Iwant to visit on the wind, I want to visit on the wind