I was a highwayman
Along the coachroads I did ride
With sword and pistol at my side
Many of young maid lost their baubles to my trade
Many of soldier shed his life blood on my blade
The bastards hung me in the spring of 25
But I'm still alive
I was a sailor
I was born upon the tide
And with the sea I did abide
Sailed my schooner 'round the horn to mexico
I went aloft and furled the mainsail in a blow
When the yards broke off they said that I got killed
But I am living still
I was a damn builder
Across the river deep and wide
Where steel and water did colide
A place called boulder on the wild colorado
I slipped and fell into that wet concrete below
They buried me in that great tomb that knows no sound
But I'm still around
Oh, I'll always be around
And around, and around, and around,
And around, and around, and around
I fly a starship
Across the universe divide
When I reach the other side
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
I'll be back again
And again, and again, and again
And again, and again, and again
