In 1969, I was following the sun On my highway of enemies and friends Just hoping that I might see the grave/gray distant/eastern line Before the time came for me to meet my end And it's/we said how the good times just come and go Like the wind, like the rain, like the time Revolution they tell just to lose your friend
And I hope at the end you'll be mine And it's/we said how the good times just come and go Like the wind, like the rain, like the time Revolution they tell just to lose your friend And I hope at the end you'll be mine Yes I hope at the end you'll be mine