I often thought I’d catch a lift,
to a better place and time,
where money’s not a problem,

love stories work out fine.

Now I wander through our past

(future’s been and gone),
I wander…


I can touch the sky,
with you, I’ll never die.


Take my Dear John letter,
better read than dead.
true that I was blinded,

still too easily led.

Love you and then leave you…

isn’t that a crime?
I still wander…


I can touch the sky
now, Look how free I fly.