Spirit

I was a highwayman, along the coach roads i did ride
With sword and pistol by my side
Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade
Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade
The bastards hung me in the spring of twenty-five
But i am still alive

I was a sailor. i was born upon the tide
And with the sea i did abide
I sailed a schooner round the horn to mexico
I went aloft and furled the mainsail in a blow
And when the yards broke off they said that i got killed
But i am living still

I was a dam builder across the river deep and wide
Where steel and water did collide
A place called boulder on the wild colorado
I slipped and fell into the wet concrete below

They buried me in that great tomb that knows no sound
But i am still around
I'll always be around and around and around
And around and around

I fly a starship across the universe divide
And when i reach the other side
I'll find a place to rest my spirit if i can
Perhaps i may become a highwayman again
Or i may simply be a single drop of rain
But i will remain and i'll be back again
And again and again and again and again