In 1969 I was following the sun. On my highway of enemies and friends. Just hoping that I might see the grave eastern line. Before the time came for me to meet my end. And we said how the good times just come and go. Like the wind like the rain like the time. Revolution they tell just to lose your friend. And I hope at the end you’ll be mine. Solo. And we said how the good times just come and go. Like the wind like the rain like the time. Revolution they tell just to lose your friend. And I hope at the end you’ll be mine. Yes I hope at the end you’ll be mine