All that I've learned
Sometimes wells run dry
It don't matter the hour or the season
Gone, gone, gone is your wild goose
And it never leaves giving a reason
When you're up, you'll be up
You'll have love, you'll have luck
And when it goes, you won't see it coming
Gone, gone, gone, you'll be hearing that song
As it floats back to you down the north wind
Oh, what kind of law
Draws the apples to the ground?
And what kind of love
Draws the orbits?
And where, oh where went your wild goose?
It made you once think you could hold it