There's a feathered cloud in an open sky   And the pale-tailed moon goes sailing by   This old engine housing's streaked with rain   And we're pushing down on them chains again   Friend we're like the wind that blows   Like the sea we come and go      And I'm not trying to tell you   How I think that it should be   I know deep down inside   We are yearning to be free   And you're only gonna think of No 1   So what am I to say   No matter what you do   We're 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 you're rolling down old runway ten   And the present becomes the past and then   Rotating through the driving rain   And you're way above those clouds again   And I'm not trying to tell you   How I think that it should be   I know deep down inside   We are yearning to be free   And you're only gonna think of No 1   So what am I to say   No matter what you do   We're 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