I Wish

i wish i was running free in the fields
like a child without a care in the world
never out of breath, no aches and pains
just laughing through the summer rain
i wish i was the pilot of a huge jet plane
flying to somewhere far away
cruising at 30, 000 ft above the clouds
and into the sunrise of another day
i wish i was floating on a deep blue sea
the warm waves lapping over me
or on a canal in the shade of summer trees
blowing me gently on the breeze
i wish i was walking the endless road
i’ll pitch my tent every night and call it home
no need for a map, i’ll just pick a track
and keep walking on with the sun on my back
sun on my back
i wish i was riding five abreast
a tattoo of my colours proudly displayed on my chest
a modern day outlaw striking fear in the hearts
of anyone that dares to stand in my path
i wish i was driving an 18-wheeler
across the highways of north america
or screeching round the new york streets
with the screaming sirens of the following heat
i wish i was being chauffeured in a limousine
a movie star on the covers of all the magazines
or cruising in a tour bus, black and chrome
from madison square garden to my l.a. home
i wish i was riding on a snaking train
across the canadian rockies or the african plains
the moan of the horn and the ding of the bell
waking each day to a different view of the world
different view of the world
a european town, i’m hitching a ride
with the devil riding out to the other side
i’ll take a glimpse back once or twice
less and less with every roll of the dice…