I was a highwayman,along the coach roads I did ride
With sword and pistol by my side
Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade
Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade
The bastards hung me in the spring of twenty-five
But I am still alive
I was a sailor , I was born upon the tide
And with the sea I did abide
I sailed a schooner round the Horn to Mexico
I went aloft and furled the mainsail in a blow
and when the yards broke off , they said that I got killed
but I am living still
I was a dam builder across the river deep and wide
Where steel and water did collide
A place called Boulder on the wild Colorado
I slipped and fell into the wet concrete below
They buried me in the great tomb that knows no sound
But I am still around
I'll always be around
I fly a starship across the Universe divide
And when I reach the other side
I'll find a place to rest my spirit if I can
Perhaps I may become a highwayman again
or I may simple be a single drop of rain
But I will remain
And I'll be back again
And again and again and again and again

     其次庆祝一下我昨晚半宿没睡着,终于想出一个我很满意的广告创意,是关于预防爱滋病,或者是关于正确使用安全套的创意.后来兴奋得3点钟起床,一口气写完.很奇怪,我总是在半夜三更时有一些很奇特的想法,连做梦都是很奇特的.如果把那些梦写下来,肯定可以写一篇长篇的悬疑小说,但由于懒得起床,第二天又想不起来,所以另一部《达.芬奇密码》一直没有问世。