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