That's something else
I realized, too.
I used to be nervous
when I'd be out in front of an audience,
especially by myself. Then I
realized what my job was.
I was like the guy, you know,
I may be schizophrenic,
but I'll always have each other.
I was that bad.
A fabulous Jimmy Webb song.
I was a highwayman
Along the coach roads I did ride
With sword and pistol by my side
Many a young maid lost her
baubles to my trade
Many a sol dier shed his
lifeblood on my blade
The bastards hung me
in the spring of twenty -five,
But I am still
alive.
I was a sailor,
and I was born upon the tide,
And with the sea I did abide.
I sailed a schooner
around the horn to Mexico
I went aloft to furl
the mainsail in a blow
And when the yards broke off
they say that I got killed
But I'm livin' still
And I was a dam builder
across the rivers deep and wide
Where steel and water did collide
A place called Boulder on
the wild Colorado
I slipped and fell into the
wet concrete below
They buried me in that great tomb
that knows no sound
But I am still around,
I guess I'll always be around
And around, and around, and around, an d around,
and around, and around
I'll fly a starship across
the universe divine
And when I reach the other side
I'll find a place to rest my
spirit if I can
Perhaps I may become
a highwayman again
Or I may simply be
a single drop of rain
But I will remain
And I'll be back again,
and again, and again
And again, and again, and again,
and again