1970s
Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landside,
No escape from reality
Open your eyes,
Look up to the skies
and see,
I'm just a poor boy,
I need no sympathy,
Because I'm easy come,
easy go,
Little high, little low,
Any way the wind blows
doesn't really matter
to Me,
to me
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landside,
No escape from reality
Open your eyes,
Look up to the skies
and see,
I'm just a poor boy,
I need no sympathy,
Because I'm easy come,
easy go,
Little high, little low,
Any way the wind blows
doesn't really matter
to Me,
to me