I hope I never arrive

Please don't feel sorry for me– I've had it all

And I still have

But I still feel sad

Long have I tried to be what I am not

And I still try

For the will I am too

Remember snow

Dripping down the glass

Where we used to go

When our class had passed

And I was always sure that that time would last

I hope I never arrive

I'll just sit on this old bus until I die

We can drive and drive

I'll just stare out at the cars we pass by

Sixty dollar guitar I found

In the valley's ancient alleys

Where I wandered around a while

Monday night 'neath a pipal tree

Breathing in serenity for but a little fee I smile

Late at night when I'm staring at the wall

I reminisce about the Swedish forest in the fall

Uhuh

I hope I never arrive

I'll just sit on this old plane up in the sky

We can fly and fly

I'll just gaze across the clouds way up high

Please don't feel sorry for me– I've had it all

And I still have

But I still feel sad

Long have I tried to be what I am not

And I still try

For the will I am too