I never really left. I was never gone. I never strayed too far from where I was I never noticed it. But now I know... I come out for a minute and go back again It goes on. It goes on So strange it seems to want so bad. To pine for things I never had So far the gate. So far the fence. I come out for a minute and go back again It goes on. It goes on And the cuckoo sang With his hoot and twang He come out for a minute he went back again Getting out of the rain And the cuckoo sang, and the cuckoo sang Come out for a minute, he went back again Stone cold cuckoo! Hexed and hoodooed. Here! Well, I was once just like you. Born to roam and ramble too. So strange it seems to fade to blue