I had myself a dream that I could fly over mountains,
Soar through the valleys in the heat of the summer.
I tasted the sun and then I danced with an eagle.
The fruit is always sweeter than the wine.
Out near the barn where they keep my favorite filly,
I tear down the fence and let her run off to nowhere.
Who says you have to pay a price for your freedom?
The fruit is always sweeter than the wine.
Sometimes late at night when we remember we’re children,
And the skies are full of wildness and the world is stuffed with wonder,
Who says that every single question needs an answer?
The fruit is always sweeter than the wine.
If emptiness is happiness then I’m just good for nothin’,
Drunker than an angel on a barstool out in heaven.
Now who says that life has got to be a destination?
The fruit is always sweeter than the wine.

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