You and I could sail away to distant lands.
In a mystic ship we'd sail
to where there were no more sad troubles,
we would be so happy and
no-one else would see.
You and I we could give up our jobs and go,
we could live all our commitments here,
if we wanted to.
Well, I think we could, I think we could...
Well, maybe...
You and I we cannot leave,
We are enthralled by things we own and
things we wish to own and
what we're told is right and wrong and
if we go what good would that be to us or
to the world we're in?