Hey Day
Golden hills you climb high
At the top of the rim high
Skip jack got a lucky hand
Livin on the fat of the land
To road travel school
No golden rule
No golden rule
I'll wait for you
No more in trade
I'll wait for you
The pope you're paid
I like your style
Goes for charm
I like your hope
To go with my alarm
To go with my alarm
But i'm not damned
In the fat of the land
With the lucky hand
I told you
But you were forever lasered
I could only dream
Free golden day
Beyond the stray
Hey day hey day
Hey day now
Hey day
