Take a road of the city
Ride across the desert
Into the misty mountains
Through the purple valley
She took me to the water -
The clear crystal fountain
Where we laid beneath the trees
and the flowers
No-one knows the names of

They will beg, they will argue
Trick you with their logic
Get inside your pretty head
Take you much for granted
But soon the time will come
And they'll have to understand
That I was never born to follow