I leave the home of a lifetime like any son   I have hope and good intentions   And wandering into the daybreak, I learn as I go   To fall laughing into the water      The sticks and the stones are your broken promises   We wait too long to go from rags to riches      I am in love, I am in love with a feeling   A wild, wild sky, a wild, wild sky   Fences and tumble down bridges surround and divide   I wear a coat of many colors, of many colors      The sticks and the stones, our broken promises   I wait no longer to go from rags to riches      People are leaving the squalor   They're leaving the houses and fires   And starting out   We find the waiting country      The sticks and the stones are your broken promises   I wait no longer, I go from rags to riches   From rags to riches, I go from rags to riches   Go from rags to riches, from rags to riches