Here today gone tomorrow Just little time I need to borrow A little high, a little low A sad smile before I go Steady rolling across the countryside Through the flatlands and valleys And I will find 'cause I move on Will I arrive and come along Leaving good times, leaving bad times Looking for new times, I don't surrender I'm a human being, I'm a fantasy I'm a memory, do you remember Some are swinging low, some flying high Some are sober though, some fall from the sky Some hear radio, some watch flowers grow Some just don't know where to go You know you see green. in fact you're blue Caught in between, you cannot move Either you shoot or be shot dead I'd rather go swimming and be shot, I guess