I was high
left blowin' in the wind
I was golden
I was yours
And I fall on down, down, down
I'll be broken

A hundred lives beyond tradition
please make sure that it's your own
define yourself oh lost again
one last time, oh

(oooooo)

I may never do you proud
that's the case and I know I'm the one to blame
If i'm never gonna do you proud
well i'm sorry ????

(oooooo)

and i fall on down, down, down
i'll be broken

and i miss your garden jeans
on the bones beneath the beams
your charm, you patience,
i must never waste these