Have you ever seen my baby Walking through the grass just after dawn? Have you ever read Ulysses? No I haven’t, but I heard that it’s nice in song
I want to go where every mans gone Settle down where it’s warm Singing songs and writing poems underneath the tree If it feels right then it can’t be wrong If it feels right then it can’t be wrong If it feels right then it can’t be wrong as far as I can see
Is there a point, a point in waiting? For in the end it’s nothing that you're waiting for Cause our time, our time is what you make it You can run with it or break it, can’t gamble on what’s in store
I want to go where every mans gone Settle down where it’s warm Singing songs and writing poems underneath the tree. If it feels right then it can’t be wrong If it feels right then it can’t be wrong If it feels right then it can’t be wrong as far as I can see.
We can only hope, we can only hope, what we yearn for comes to us in the end And if it buckles and falls apart, if it buckles and falls apart Pick up the pieces and bring it back to the beginning Well I hope that it comes true, I pray that it comes true