There´s a feathered cloud in an open sky
And the pale-tailed moon goes sailing by
This old engine housing´s streaked with rain
And we´re pushing down on them chains again
Friend we´re like the wind that blows

Like the sea we come and go

And I´m not trying to tell you
How I think that it should be
I know deep down inside
We are yearning to be free
And you´re only gonna think of No 1
So what am I to say
No matter what you do
We´re always hurting anyway
Forever our hearts will be
Always running for what we see
By the strings of this old guitar
I swear, Que sera

And you´re rolling down old runway ten
And the present becomes the past and then
Rotating through the driving rain

And you´re way above those clouds again
And I´m not trying to tell you
How I think that it should be
I know deep down inside
We are yearning to be free
And you´re only gonna think of No 1
So what am I to say
No matter what you do
We´re always hurting anyway

Forever our hearts will be
Always running for what we see
By the strings of this old guitar
I swear, Que sera