From The Album "Bella Donna" (1981)      Alas he was the highwayman   The one that comes and goes   And only the highway-woman   Keeps up with the likes of those   And she in all her magic   With hands as quick as light   Took him to be a challenge   And went into the night         And he in all his glory   Was far ahead of her   But she was never sorry   For wishes that would burn   Enter competition   She chases beneath the moon   Her horse is like a dragonfly   She is just a fool         And she wonders is this real   Or does she just want to be Queen   And he fights the way he feels   Is this the end of the dream         And then he sees her coming   Heartbeats on the wind   Considers slowing down   But then...he could never win   And she...out in the distance   Sees him against the sky   A pale and violent rider   A dream begun in wine         And she wonders is this real   Or does she just want to be Queen   And he fights the way he feels   Is this the end of the dream         A dream as the thunder wakes her   And her highwayman disappears   on a life already lived before   In eyes welled with tears         Today and still today they ride   Will they ever win   He the glory...   She the love...   Still they try again   He the glory...   She the love...   Still they try again   He the glory...   She the love...   And still they...try...again