Catch 22

I often thought I'd catch a lift,
To a better place and time,
Where money's not a problem,
Love stories work out fine.

Now I wander through our past
(future's been and gone),
I wander

I can touch the sky,
With you, I'll never die.

Take my Dear John letter,
Better read than dead.
True that I was blinded,
Still too easily led.

Love you and then leave you
Isn't that a crime?
I still wander

I can touch the sky
Now, Look how free I fly.