Baby, I took all I had,
Ran to the shores
Lost track of time, let it sink in the sans
Travelled the highways, tripped in the heart of the land

Found myself restless one night
Sipped poison and wine
Dimmed every light and kissed many lips
Fell asleep blameless then woke up old, [bad word] and missed

So I soared with the boreal wind

Bathed in the sun
Shook a sensible hand of one foolish and wise
I think he was ready to rise...
And the more that I ran, the more I was promised the sun...