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.