i've been the wild one
i've run through the streets and i've suffered
i've been the quiet one
sequestered and smothered

but i won't mind no time spent to save me
just trying to be good to the people who raised me
and glide through life without a meaning
on trails torn up between clouds and turf
i've wished for you for what it's worth
and i want to visit on the wind

it's been a strong year
with a bright, bright sun
from here the past looks cold
and the future seems a promising one