Lyrics:

I was high,
left blowin' in the wind
I was golden,
I was yours
And I fall on dow-own, down, down
I'll be bro-o-o-o-ken

A hundred lives beyond tradition
Please make sure that it's your own
To find yourself, oh, lo-o-st again
One last time, faw-ah-ooh

Ooh-ooh-oh-oh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-oh-oh-ooh-ooh

I may never do you proud.
That's the case, and I know-oh I'm to blame
If I'm never gon' do you proud
Well, I'm sorry, shun the name

Ooh-ooh-oh-oh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-oh-oh-ooh-ooh

And I fall on dow-own, down, down.
I'll be bro-o-o-o-ken.

And I miss your garden jeans
On the bones beneath the beams
Your charm, your patience,
I must never waste these

Ooh-ooh-oh-oh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-oh-oh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-oh-oh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-oh-oh-ooh-ooh