Maybe I don't really wanna know. How your garden grows. Cos I just want to fly. Lately, did you ever feel the pain. In the morning rain. As it soaks you to the bone.
I was a highwayman, along the coach roads I did ride. Sword and pistol by my side. Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade. Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade.
Maybe I don't really wanna know. How your garden grows, 'cause I just want to fly. Lately, did you ever feel the pain?. In the morning rain as it soaks you to the bone.