Theres a feathered cloud in an open sky And the pale-tailed moon goes sailing by This old engine housings streaked with rain And were pushing down on them chains again Friend were like the wind that blows Like the sea we come and go And Im not trying to tell you How I think that it should be I know deep down inside We are yearning to be free And youre only gonna think of no 1 So what am I to say No matter what you do Were always hurting anyway Forever our hearts will be Always running for what we see By the strings of this old guitar I swear, que sera And youre rolling down old runway ten And the present becomes the past and then Rotating through the driving rain And youre way above those clouds again And Im not trying to tell you How I think that it should be I know deep down inside We are yearning to be free And youre only gonna think of no 1 So what am I to say No matter what you do Were always hurting anyway Forever our hearts will be Always running for what we see By the strings of this old guitar I swear, que sera