I was high, left blowin' in the wind. I was golden, I was yours. And I fall on down, down, down. I'll be broken A hundred lives beyond tradition. Please make sure that it's your own. To find yourself, oh, lost again. One last time, oh. I may never do you proud. That's the case, and I know I'm to blame. If I'm never gon' do you proud Well, I'm sorry, shun the name And I fall on down, down, down. I'll be broken. And I miss your garden jeans On the bones beneath the beams Your charms, your patience, I must never waste these.