Hey Day

Golden hills you climb high

At the top of the (rim high?)

(Skip?) jack got a lucky hand

Livin on the fat of the land

To road travel school

No golden rule

No golden rule

I'll wait for you

No more in trade

I'll wait for you

The (pope?) you're paid

I like your style

(Goes for?) charm

I like your hope

To go with my alarm

To go with my alarm

But I'm not (damned?)

In the fat of the land

With the lucky hand

I (told?) you

But you were forever (lasered?)

I could only dream

(Free?) golden day

Beyond the stray

Hey day hey day

Hey day now

Hey day