There's a feathered cloud in an open sky
   And the pale-tailed moon goes sailing by
   This old engine housing's streaked with rain
   And we're pushing down on them chains again
   Friend we're like the wind that blows
   Like the sea we come and go
  
   And I'm not trying to tell you
   How I think that it should be
   I know deep down inside
   We are yearning to be free
   And you're only gonna think of No 1
   So what am I to say
   No matter what you do
   We're always hurting anyway
   Forever our hearts will be
   Always running for what we see
   By the strings of this old guitar
   I swear, Que sera
  
   And you're rolling down old runway ten
   And the present becomes the past and then
   Rotating through the driving rain
   And you're way above those clouds again
   And I'm not trying to tell you
   How I think that it should be
   I know deep down inside
   We are yearning to be free
   And you're only gonna think of No 1
   So what am I to say
   No matter what you do
   We're always hurting anyway
  
   Forever our hearts will be
   Always running for what we see
   By the strings of this old guitar
   I swear, Que sera