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 life blood on my blade
The bastards hung me in the spring of '25
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 to furl 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'll 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...