CATCH 22

I often thought I’d catch a lift
to a better place and time,
where money’s not a problem,
love stories work out fine.

Now I wander through our past
(future’s been and gone),
I wander

I can touch the sky,
with you, I’ll never die.

Take my Dear John letter,
better read than dead,
true that I was blinded,
still too easily led.

Love you and then leave you...
isn’t that a crime ?
I still wander.

I can touch the sky,
now, look how free I fly.
I can touch the sky,
with you, I’ll never die,
no love could bleed me dry,
now, look how free I fly.