When I come in my mind to a stream that's running gently
I have a tendency to run like a frightened deer
'Cause I never know it may take me to that ocean again
You never know you never know

I usually stay away from being carried away
But one day I saw a silver horse
I thought he might take me to that somewhere high
I thought he might take me to that deep blue sky

I came to realize that the horse had no wings
(No wings! Well it wasn't so bad, you know)
I learned to travel the world around
And run on the ground in the springtime
And that's the story of a wandering soul
A story of a dreamer