Little johnny he was a rock 'n' roll star from tuscon, arizona And a wizard with the figures was mister b. Ran a computer company And harry he was a tough marine Who never fought a war And I was the clown who dreamt a dream Playing the guitar
So here we are We've come so far No longer pawns or stooges in the big game We're aiming high Reaching for the sky Where the ocean ends We'll find a new-born land For everyone like you and i
We were bankers we were bosses We were beggars and bums Martyrs and millionaires We were teachers we were preachers Falling angels and monks Gamblers and legionaires We were winners and loosers Magicians and boozers Sad eyed fools that meant no harm And I was a clown who dreamed his dream Playing the guitar
So here we are We've come so far No longer pawns or puppets in the rat race We're aiming high Reaching for the sky Where the ocean ends We'll find a new-born land For everyone like you and i
So here we are We've come so far No longer pawns or stooges in the big game
We're aiming high Reaching for the sky Where the ocean ends We'll find a new-born land For everyone like you and i
March, 8, 1990: two months later.. a group of islands appeared at the Horizon...only a few days to go? ...maybe...and under a dark-blue sky In the southern pacific they were sitting together for the last time...