Seen you in the picture.
You were running from the snow.
And I still hear your horses,
And I can hear your horses.
And I still see you smile.
And what has become of our golden boy?
Of our golden boy?
Gotta give up on bein' a Beach Boy.
You're no rainbow or no sun.
Don't try to blame the airplane.
And I still see your airplane,
Floating through the sky.
And look what became of our golden boy.
Of our golden boy.