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 SOLDIER
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
I WAS BORN UPON
THE TIDE
WITH THE SEA
I DID ABIDE
I SAILED A SCHOONER
'ROUND
THE HORN OF MEXICO
I WENT ALOFT
TO FURL THE MAINSAIL
IN A BLOW
AND WHEN THE YARDS
BROKE OFF
THEY SAID
THAT I GOT KILLED
BUT I AM LIVING STILL
I WAS A DAM BUILDER
ACROSS THE RIVER
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'M STILL AROUND
I'LL ALWAYS BE AROUND
AND AROUND
AND AROUND
AND AROUND
AND AROUND
AND AROUND
I FLY A STARSHIP
ACROSS THE UNIVERSE
DIVIDE
THEN 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