Highfly, touch the sky, Whatcha gonna do now the well's dry? Good time, feeling fine. Whatcha gonna do now there's no wine? - John Miles Foley

This is my song for you.
Thoughts of winter, dreams of sunshine.
Nothing that I can do
changes how I feel in my mind.
This is my song for you.
Times I hope you will remember.
Things that were meant for two,
here in my heart, here in my song for you.

He really does shine
for the ladies with painted faces.
He spends his time being seen
in all the right places.
You only get to know him nearly,
there can't be anyone who knows him really.
He's doing so well
and there's no one to tell you but Glamour Boy.

Music was my first love
And it will be my last
Music of the future
And music of the past
To live without my music
would be impossible to do
In this world of troubles
my music pulls me through