"He said I want to grow up

And look like Robert Mitchum

And I hope that when I'm gone

There'll be some say that I miss him.

He must have been romantic

He must have sensed adventure

And I feel the steel of his strong will

In the frame around his picture.

And then one more arrow flying through the air

One more arrow landing in a shady spot somewhere

Where the days and nights blend into one

And he can always feel the sun

Through the soft brown earth that holds him

Forever always young.

He could have been a boxer

But the fight game seemed so dirty.

We argued once; he knocked me down

And he cried when he thought he'd hurt me.

Strictly from the old school

He was quiet about his pain

And if one in ten could be that brave

I would never hate again.

And he's one more arrow flying through the air

one more arrow lying in a shady spot somewhere

where the days and nights blend into one

and he can always feel the sun

through the soft brown earth that holds him

forever always young.

One more arrow

One more arrow

One more arrow

Forever always young."

-- Bernie Taupin

© 1983 Big Pig Music Limited