Most of the time it's impossible to put emotions into words alone, that's why we have music, art and dance.
Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide,
No escape from realityOpen your eyes,
Look up to the skies and see,
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy,
Because I'm easy come, easy go
Little high, little low
Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me