Lyrics:

I was high
Left blowin' in the wind
I was golden
I was yours

And I fall on down, down, down
I'll be broken

A hundred lives beyond tradition
Please make sure that it's your own
To find yourself, oh, lost again
One last time, oh
Ooh
Ooh

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

And I fall on down, down, down
I'll be broken

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