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.