Mike Oldfield

You find yourself alone, sometimes
Without a home, no protection
You don't know which way to go
You're lost, no direction
Then suddenly, out of the blue
Some kind of magic comes to you
You don't know how, you don't know why
But someday, gonna take off, and fly
(wish, make a wish)
My wish would be...
To be free
To be wild
And to be
Just like a child
And if I get lost
I really don't mind
Cos I'm me
Doing just fine
You're out in the cold, sometimes
As far as you can see, misty
And you want to run, into the sun